“But it doesn’t make sense,” I argued. “He died of a heart attack. How do you kill someone and make it look like a heart attack?”
We pondered that dilemma for a moment, each of us sipping our lattes. Roz brightened with an idea. “She’s a veterinarian. Veterinarians euthanize animals. Maybe she euthanized him?”
“Yikes,” Peggy said.
Yikes was right. My phone buzzed with a reminder. “Oops, gotta go, ladies. I need to pick the girls up from school so I can take them to the dentist. A day of doctor visits.”
“Are you going to explore this murder theory some more?” Peggy asked.
“I’d better not. My history isn’t good. If she did kill him, and I was on her trail, she’d probably kidnap me, and you guys would probably be with me when it happened, and we’d all almost get killed. You know, the sam
