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Kira turned her back toward the garden. Even though she no longer felt as though she were being watched, she made a show of searching one of the potted plants at the corner of the shed as though she were still looking for clues. Maybe whoever was in the garden would think she hadn’t noticed the bloodstained rock in the pool.
Her mind raced. No one had followed her from the side door, but there must be several exits from the house into the backyard. She wished she had taken the time to look at the blueprints before rushing over to the estate.
She moved on to the second potted plant on the side of the shed facing the garden. She brushed the trailing leaves and flowers aside, continuing her charade. Better to be safe than sorry. If the person watching was the killer, she didn’t want to
