Chapter 28
“You’re an i***t,” Grace hissed. “What are you doing?”
“Bait,” I murmured back, keeping an eye on Mrs. Smythewhite as she glided further out into the hallway. What would it take to prove she was the killer? A lot more than this if you were seeking an arrest warrant. But the older woman’s glance toward Clarence’s closed door was enough to activate our latent twin-speak.
Grace’s nostrils flared as she caught up with my unspoken assumptions. Was the pelt a mother’s last-ditch attempt to save her ailing offspring? The timeline for that worked out perfectly, with Clarence feeling better soon after each murder in the past.
Grace c****d her head, her rebuttal as obvious as if she’d spoken. But what about k********g Clarence?
I rubbed the scratch on my cheek, considering. Did we re
