“What’s this about?” asked Beatrice, instantly alert. She struggled to sit up in the hammock. “What on earth are you doing, Trina?”
She was sharp with her because Trina’s very stance was threatening. Her face was devoid of expression and she gripped the poker tightly.
“I was following you, Beatrice,” gritted Trina. “I knew after I talked to you that you knew something. It took me a little while, but I finally realized you’d figured it out.”
Beatrice thought back over their conversation. Maybe she did know and hadn’t had enough time to let it sink it. It finally did, however. “You knew Flossie was fixing a gourmet meal when she died,” she said, slowly. “That’s something that wasn’t general knowledge.”
Trina gave a short laugh. “Wasn’t general knowledge, but apparently you knew all about
