Wordle #1144 – ANVIL
“Okay, some red flags there, for sure,” Virginia says reluctantly, giving Bree an apologetic look. “But he didn’t confess to having an affair.”
“He didn’t deny it, either,” I point out.
“Like I said, she can’t prove anything,” Bree butts in with a short, nervous laugh. “This doesn’t prove anything!”
No, it doesn’t. But it does put Bree on the back foot. She must be wondering what else Austin said, what other conversations I recorded…
“Well, were you sleeping around with this guy?” Kaitlyn asks bluntly.
The question hits Bree like a cartoon anvil dropped right on her head. Her mouth hangs open for a moment before she stammers out an answer.
“N-no! Of course not!” Bree picks herself up. “And to be honest, I’m insulted that you even asked—”
“Oh, did I mention that Austin Early’s father is the Chief of Police?” I say, knowing full well that I hadn’t. “Must be easy to get away with murder when your boyfriend has a Get Out of Jail Free card.”
Bree has kept a relatively level head so far, but she’s starting to get flustered. A slap of angry pink rises to her cheeks.
“Oh wow, you’re such an ah-mazing private detective, Cece!” Bree sneers, directly acknowledging me for the first time since I stepped into the room. “So, you Googled a few names, who cares? It doesn’t matter anyway because Austin and I were never together.”
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