Murder of a Wedding Belle (2011)
Murder of a Wedding Belle
“It had taken Wally half an hour to convince them, and it had taken Skye even longer to persuade the three men to step out of the room while she did so. If the PD had had a two-way mirror, they might have been less averse to the idea. But it didn’t and they weren’t.
Consequently, it was nearly six thirty when Skye walked into the coffee/interrogation room, a utilitarian space resembling the teacher’s lounge at the high school. A counter with a sink ran the length of the sidewall, a long table to...ok up most of the center area, and a couple of vending machines occupied the rear.
Skye had had nothing to eat since breakfast, so her stomach was growling and her temples were pounding. She wasn’t sure if the headache was from hunger or stress—probably both. But she knew it was nothing a thick steak and a week away from Scumble River wouldn’t cure.
Bunny was seated and squinting into the small mirror of a gold compact. The contents of her handbag were dumped out on the table, and she was fluffing her bright red curls with a rattail comb.MoreLess
Consequently, it was nearly six thirty when Skye walked into the coffee/interrogation room, a utilitarian space resembling the teacher’s lounge at the high school. A counter with a sink ran the length of the sidewall, a long table to...ok up most of the center area, and a couple of vending machines occupied the rear.
Skye had had nothing to eat since breakfast, so her stomach was growling and her temples were pounding. She wasn’t sure if the headache was from hunger or stress—probably both. But she knew it was nothing a thick steak and a week away from Scumble River wouldn’t cure.
Bunny was seated and squinting into the small mirror of a gold compact. The contents of her handbag were dumped out on the table, and she was fluffing her bright red curls with a rattail comb.MoreLess
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