Beatrice cleared her throat, feeling awkward. “I’m no professional, by any means. But I have time on my hand and my husband is a minister, so people tend to talk to me about their concerns. I agree with you, Starr. I can’t imagine anyone venturing out in this weather unless they actually knew there was something of real value, something they could fence, on the premises. How would they even know if they could get away from the retreat center afterwards to make their getaway? The ice out there is immobilizing.”
Nicole put her face in her hands. “So it’s one of the group.”
Starr said, “Like I was saying, it’s likely not one of the Village Quilters.”
Meadow, who apparently still had excellent hearing, called from the kitchen, “Of course not! The Village Quilters would never consider doing
