Chapter Thirteen
Investigating yet another murder wasn’t exactly how I wanted to start my Friday morning, but there I was, hunched over my computer screen at the Messenger poring over any and everything I could find about Seth Highmore.
Who would’ve wanted to hurt him? It didn’t make any sense. Seth was the person I most suspected of having something to do with the death of Delia, but now that he was dead too I felt like I’d run straight into a brick wall on a broomstick traveling at more than two hundred miles per hour.
“You okay? You’ve been awfully quiet today,” Flora said, pulling me out of the online wormhole I’d fallen down. I looked up to find her staring down at me with a concerned frown on her face, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Is it about what you saw last night?” she as
