Meadow watched them leave with her eyebrows high. “I do believe Sylvia knows something.”
Beatrice shrugged. “Maybe she’s the sort of person who likes to know things. I only hope she tells Ramsay about it.”
Meadow said, “I’ll ask Ramsay to go talk with her again. Maybe she’ll give the police more information than she gave us.” Then she added, “And now we’re not going to talk about this anymore! We’re supposed to be distracting you.”
A large snore came from the corner of the store.
Meadow chuckled, “Miss Sissy was getting grouchy about people disturbing her naps in the sitting area, so Posy set up an armchair with an ottoman in the back corner. Miss Sissy has been curled up there ever since.”
Miss Sissy was an elderly and rather irascible quilter who often spent time at Posy’s shop.
