SIXTEEN
“RIGHT, THE FIRST THING we need to do is make a list of people who wanted Hope dead.” Sarah sucked thoughtfully at the end of her pen, then quickly wrote down my name at the top of a sheet of paper.
“Hey!” I protested. “Didn’t you hear a thing I’ve said for the last hour? I did not kill Hope, which you of all people should know.”
“Of course I know it. But all good detectives make a list of all possible suspects, then eliminate them one by one until only one person remains on the list—the killer. What was the name of that man who tried to seduce you?”
I slumped across the table we had commandeered in the corner of the pub upon returning to town, my forehead in my hands. Theo sat next to me, looking wistfully at someone a few tables away who was sipping a whisky and soda. “No one
