CHAPTER 44
PLAN B CONSISTED of sharing an entire package of chocolate chip cookies with Emmy and Mack, followed by a smoothie. We had to be healthy, right?
“So who do we have left on the suspect list?” asked Emmy.
“Nobody,” I said, slumping dramatically over the table.
“Are you sure?”
“Ty’s black and Lavinia thought the guy was white. Harry and the guy who sent the hate mail both have alibis. Ronan and the DJ are too short.”
“And the property guy?”
“No motive. Unless being an asshole counts.”
“We must be missing something.” Emmy started pacing. I was with her in spirit, but I couldn’t be bothered to get up and join in.
“If it helps, the property guy’s having money troubles,” Mack offered.
“What kind of money troubles? His house didn’t smack of somebody who’s on the breadline.”
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