Chapter Fifteen
Wynona gasped, turning white. “What? But—that’s impossible. I just talked to her yesterday.”
Beatrice nodded. “I knew it would be a shock to you. I’m sorry. I know the two of you were good friends.”
Tears flowed down Wynona’s cheeks. “Friends, yes. But I didn’t have enough time with her. She’d just recently moved back home to make up with her father. Why would somebody do something like this?”
Beatrice shook her head. “No one knows. I can only guess that maybe she knew something about her father’s killer—something that the murderer didn’t want to get out. Maybe she was silenced.” She paused. “There’s something I want to ask you about. We found Miss Sissy’s cat, Maisie. While we were returning it to her, she said that she’d seen you at the Nelms estate last night.”
Wyno
