“Libby? I tried to catch you before you left the bed-and-breakfast, but I missed you. The woman at the desk said you were in your office.” She glanced at the nameplate by my door and tipped her head toward it. “Could I speak with you privately?” “Uh, sure.” But, with what I’d learned about the scene she made at Cordell and Brittany’s wedding and her possible motive for killing Brittany, that door was staying open in case I needed to call for help.
Libby you worry me fr. But if she was the murderer she wouldnt kill you with witnesses
