“The heck you say,” said Marla, refilling everyone’s glasses. “I’m calling the Denver Post. ‘What failed artist is abusing the reputation of the now-deceased Holly Ingleby—’ ”
Tom shook his head. “Don’t even go there.”
“Him wanting to take credit for the collages, and wanting more money for them than Holly could give, strengthens his motivation to kill her,” I said stubbornly. “He wanted more cash and all the fame. Plus, he may have had leftover antibiotic that he could have used.”
“Maybe.” Tom skewed his mouth sideways. “A lot of people keep leftover antibiotic. If you’re looking for the person who knew Holly’s cardiac problems, had the easiest access to medicine, and was having some kind of conflict with her, that would be George Ingleby.”
“But you’ve come up with little that would i
