Sarah's cell phone rang again before she had the opportunity to put it down. "Sarah? This is Deanne." Deanne Walter. Sarah recognized the voice this time.
"Hi, Deanne," Sarah responded. "What can I do for you?"
"What are you doing?" Deanne asked her.
"Just sitting in my office waiting to talk to the police again," Sarah replied. She made a face when she realized, she had once again, been speaking out of turn. 'Open mouth, insert foot.' Her mother had frequently cautioned Sarah not to move her mouth so fast that her brain could not cope up with it, but she apparently had not learned her lessons yet.
Deanne turned frantic. "Is it about my mom? Has something happened?"
"No, no," Sarah said soothingly. "It is Clara, no, it is Clarice."
"Clara Lobo is dead? Oh, my God! Was she murdered t
