“Or until Quentin Laird died. And as long as Ophelia never found anything out.”
“Exactly.”
He signed off. I speculated about the idea of Neil being the one who had poisoned Holly, stabbed Father Pete and Kathie Beliar, and attacked me—all to keep his management fees. I wondered, too, if Brewster would actually act on his threat to file a civil suit against Neil Unger. I had no idea what kind of evidence you would need to justify such a suit, much less win a case. Still, I bet Brewster could and would help in any way he could legally do so.
Onward and upward. The following day we had no catered events. I sent up a brief silent prayer of gratitude. But Marla and I, with Boyd, were going to visit the gift shop at Holly’s former Roman Catholic parish in Denver. After that, I wanted to stop
