“Just stating what I see. It doesn’t bother me,” Jane said. “If I was prone to be flattered, I suppose I would be now.”
“You’re assuming a lot,” Leslie said, while trying to regain her composure.
“Am I?” Jane’s eyes flashed.
“There are some things we have to ask you, Jane,” Robin immediately changed the subject. “Some very curious holes in your story, lies in fact. We’d like some explanations.”
“Why don’t you just take this to the police?” Jane asked.
“Because frankly, we don’t think you murdered Felicia,” Leslie jumped in.
“But you have to ask.” Jane moved to her leather chair and sat down, motioning Robin and Leslie to the couch opposite her.
“We found pictures of you and Felicia in her room, you had her bound just like she was bound when she died. The very same knots that her m
