Chapter 11
We spent the next few hours going over the events of the morning, trying to figure out clues that might lead us to which person involved in the dinner theater was planning for murder. It wasn't a pleasant experience going down the list, one by one, of people we knew and the people we had just met. It was a creepy feeling trying to justify if somebody had it in them to commit a murder, or if somebody else was miserable enough to be murdered.
Finally, I’d had enough. Getting to my feet, I gathered up the coffee cups we’d used and carried them over to the kitchen sink to rinse. There must've been something about my stance which convinced the others to drop the subject.
"Well, that's wonderful news about Mary. If there was ever a person who would be a natural mother, it would be
