CHAPTER SIX
When Carly and Lyle and the police detective stopped to hear what she had to say, the young woman just stood there, her eyes darting fearfully around the hallway. The remains of the witch makeup didn’t suggest any supernatural power to Carly. In fact, she looked rather small and fragile.
“Maybe—maybe this isn’t a good idea,” she stammered. “It’s nothing important anyway. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
She turned away, but Carly stopped her from leaving with a gentle touch on the shoulder.
“Not yet, please,” Carly told her. “What’s your name?”
“Denise Holder.”
“And you played one of the three witches?”
“That’s right. I’m the one who first noticed that Gentry was … you know.”
Detective Brown growled ominously, “Young lady, if you have any information about Gentry Chapman’s mu
