Chapter Fifteen
Leslie knocked on the door of the cottage.
Jane answered. “You didn’t waste much time,” she said, looking at Leslie with a wry grin.
“I need to talk.”
“Of course.” … As if it were self evident. “Why don’t you come in.” She opened the door wide and turned around, letting Leslie follow her inside. The two sat down exactly where they’d sat the day before, Jane in her leather chair, Leslie on the couch. “So, are the surprises over?” Jane asked.
“I should hope so. Remy didn’t exactly come out of the blue, we suspected her of something, but she certainly did surprise us attacking Martha. Let’s hope there aren’t anymore unexpected knife wielding conspirators. I’m not sure Robin or I could take another scene. And the next one, you’re likely not to be there to rescue us,” s
