Daniel stretched and said, “This is really great, Elle. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. I’ve always said, ‘There but for the grace of God . . . ’”
I nodded. “I know. Honestly, if Mart hadn’t come with me and helped cover expenses the first few months, I might very well have had to live in our storeroom at the shop. I feel so much for Ariel. How awful.”
“Yep,” Elle said. She took a long sip of her tea, then said, “But here’s my question, Harvey. Who killed Wilma? I mean, we don’t think Ollie did it anymore, and it doesn’t look like Ariel did since that could have put her in an even worse predicament. Obviously, Henri was always a ridiculous suspect,” she gave me a long wink, “But who?”
I hadn’t really let myself think about it much, but I did wonder. “It almost certainly has to be someone at
