“Besides my possible freedom, what do I get in return?” Helena pouted, but when she saw I wasn't biting, she continued. “Fine, what are they?”
“Did you have anything to do with George's death?” I asked as our eyes connected in the mirror.
Helena started dusting the furniture but stopped to look at me while she responded. “No, I swear. I've talked to the guy a few times at the inn. We had an animated discussion about his room, and I told him I'd leave it alone. He was completely nice again by the following morning, the day of the costume extravaganza. Then I saw him and Cheney arguing in the courtyard. When Cheney stepped away and appeared to calm down, I dashed off to the main party room to refill a few food trays.”
“And how did you wind up back in the courtyard again? How many minutes
