Chapter Twenty-Three
“I swear I didn’t kill her!” cried Libby hysterically when Sheriff Curtis summoned her to the police station. He told her to calm herself down as they headed to his office. He asked her to sit down and placed a glass of water in front of her. Sheriff Curtis closed down the curtains and locked his door. “I know, Libby. And I believed you,” said Sheriff Curtis. Earlier today, Sheriff Curtis received a phone call from Trisha Green, the hotel's receptionist. Nadine had a special request during her stay in that motel which was to deliver her a breakfast and coffee every morning at seven o’clock. Normally, Nadine would open the door for her in no time but except today. Trisha thought Nadine might have overslept since she had a visit last night at eleven in the evening. Trisha yet couldn’t get
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