Chapter Thirteen
With one hand over my mouth, I staggered backward and slumped against the wall. My brain couldn’t quite process the officer’s words. Deborah was dead. How? Why?
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Affirmative. We’ve been doing this a long time,” the officer said.
Now I understood why the other officer was talking into his phone and not speaking to Deborah or handcuffing her. He must be calling an ambulance to come and take her away. I moved toward the doorway, but he stepped in front of me.
“I can’t let you go in there. It’s a crime scene.”
“I can help! Call the Shady Grove police. I’ve helped them solve two crimes.”
Sam stepped forward, drawing the officer’s attention away from me. “Deborah just inherited a lot of money. Do you think she was murdered?”
“Unlikely, son. She l
