Cathy rushed to the gate to let in the sheriff.
“Good day, Miss Carter.” He dusted some of the cat hair off his uniform. “Is your grandmother home?”
“She’s in the house making breakfast.”
He glanced at Steve. “What’s he doing here?”
“He’s our gardener. Should I get Gran?”
“Yep.” Miller took a few steps toward the patio. “I’d like to talk to Mr. Jefferson, too.”
Steve turned around. “I’ll be happy to speak with you, Sheriff. What’s this about?”
“I don’t know if Miss Carter filled you in, but Maggie Broom was murdered last night. I have some questions for you and Florence.”
“I heard about the murder. Awful.” Steve grimaced.
“How did you hear about it?”
“I told him,” Cathy blurted out.
It was then that Florence stepped out onto the patio holding a plate of scrambled eggs in one han
