CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“SO DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING from the lovely Whitney?”
Heathcliffe grinned. “You didn’t think I was chatting her up just for pleasure did you?”
“If I thought that I’d make sure you didn’t get any of the delicious muffins Nita is baking for us.”
Heathcliffe snorted. “The lovely Whitney was convinced Randolph had nothing to do with the Fever thing, claiming Sandon was just looking for a scapegoat.”
“I guess the talking points have been widely distributed.”
Nodding, Heathcliffe added, “I asked her if she’d seen anything strange around the lake house lately. Like maybe a five year old girl and her Hispanic nanny perhaps. She said there had been a lot of people coming and going but no children. But she did say something really interesting.”
“What’s that?” Alf accelerated o
