“Did you know someone locked Eleanor in the greenhouse and set it on fire, Inspector?” Maggie didn’t recognize her own voice. She didn’t smile or soften the words or do any of a million things she’d been trained to do to keep a man from feeling threatened. No. She just stood there, feeling the heat from the fireplace and trying not to think about a room full of flames and smoky poison. “Did you?” Maggie asked again, louder now, and Dobson practically shivered. Guilty. He did know. Maggie could tell before he even opened his mouth.
