The shop, I suddenly realized, must’ve been a front. She clearly had money coming in. She probably laundered it through the antique store. All that is to say, she really had to have been the brains of the outfit, given that Carl and his son barely had one between then. “Do Bing and Carl know you murdered your sister?” I thought to ask, finally and at long last coming to the correct conclusion. Not under the best of circumstances, but still.
She sighed. The gun lowered just a bit. Phew. “She was going to turn us all in. I opened my house to her, and still she was going to rat us out. She married that i***t. I helped him out. Helped them all out.” She aimed the gun at the grave. “She deserved what she got.”
“But she took the pills,” I couldn’t help but point out. “Why add insult to injury?
