Chapter Eleven
I was on the job and had gone through my files, positive I had printed out the attendees for the fatal networking event. But, I couldn’t find it in any folder. I remembered my office door had been unlocked yesterday and wondered if anybody could have removed the list. I suppose Chad could have gotten it for the police. I didn’t want to sound paranoid, so I kept repeating to myself there was a simple explanation.
I then turned to my email to find the file sent by the event organizer with the luncheon attendance list. After a few minutes, I was able to locate the email and printed off another copy.
I had listed the suspects thus far in my little notebook. Widow Sarah, the business partner David Babcock, the youth director Robert Crandel, Seattle Cynthia's family seemed
