She raised her head, exposing her wet eyes, “And Taylor?”
“He was the quarterback of the college team and she was the head cheerleader. You were the girl in overalls always covered in paint, what do you think?”
Carson pulled up a chair and sat next to her. He took her hands and held them in his. “Ellie, this doesn’t mean Ellsa is the killer. All we know right now is that these murders all surround you.”
“The red headed b***h could be the killer. She’s got the means and the motive!”
Carson glanced at her, “Kris, Gwen couldn’t have done this.”
“Why because she’s a cop?” Ellie stood up, pushed the stroller out, “I’m going home.”
Kris stood up and went after her, “I’ll look after her Dale.”
When the door closed, Carson banged his fist on the table and cursed, “Damn it!”
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