“No more questions?” May-Lee"s Joan Crawford lips drew into a Cruella De Vil smile. “I"d have thought you"d be bursting at the seams to learn everything.”
Rey"s tone was brackish. “We don"t want to seem over-eager.”
The shop owner"s laughter held a theatrical resonance; she could have been a glee-filled villainess thrusting a dagger into a victim"s heart during the c****x of a play. Was she doing it for show? Or was she as unhinged as her hospitalized partner?
“Oh, what the hell. I"ll go for it,” Linda announced, executing her best friend"s dramatic flair. “Prunella made sure Thomas died three ways. Did you help?”
I"ll“The monetary incentive to help was too great to refuse.”
help“She administered the quinapril, am I right?” Linda continued.
“Yes Curly.” May-Lee grinned. “It was easy
