“Is it possible,” she asked as she leaned toward them, her voice dropping to a more confidential level, “that the person who shot him put him there?”
“We think so, yes,” Mickey said, a shade too heartily. “Can you think of anyone who could—or would—do something like that?” Her wide gaze stared at him without blinking for a long beat. Mickey found he couldn’t fight the imperative to fill the silence. “It would have to be someone who knew about the freezer, was familiar with the garage area and the comings and goings around the house.”
“But it would also have to be someone who would do that, who would shoot someone and put them in a freezer, wouldn’t it?” Miss Theo’s face showed only gentle inquiry. There was no awareness that this criteria could include her or her sisters.
“That’s a good
