Lizzie leaned against the railing of the balcony outside her suite, watching the morning activities below. A few of the guests were leaving, and she smiled as she watched a pair of harried parents trying to corral their three-year-old twins. The pair were adorable and had captured the hearts of most of the staff. She’d even seen Josh present each of the little girls with a small wildflower bouquet.
It had amazed Lizzie that having two murders on the property had not dissuaded the guests from staying. But then again, Nora Meadows had gone out of her way to make sure that their stay at Azalea Plantation was not in any way disturbed by the comings and goings of the police.
“What do you think, Harry? Should we get up and get moving?”
Lizzie looked down at the cat curled up on the ottoman, w
