Wordle #1013 – SPEAK & Wordle #1014 – REALM
I turn to Bree, look her in the eyes full on, and say:
“You murdered Roy.”
The accusation looms between us. Bree is struck, her eyes wide, too stunned to speak. She opens and closes her mouth soundlessly, like a beached fish gasping for air.
“What?” She squeaks, finally finding her voice. Then, a reflexive laugh, an unsure smile twitching at the corners of her lips. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”
“No, I’m dead serious. You killed Roy.” I try to recover from the unintentional pun, pitching my voice to sound as sure and authoritative as possible. “Would you like me to explain how you did it?”
“Come on, Cecilia—” Bree swivels her gaze around us to make sure we’re not being overheard. She looks almost embarrassed—for me—her lips still stretched into a rictus grin.
“Late on the night of October nineteenth, or possibly in the early hours of October twentieth, you murdered Roy, in your home, near the second-floor landing.”
Or was it in the conservatory with a candlestick? God, I haven’t the slightest clue how to do this. Dramatic reveals aren’t typically within the realm of my PI work…
“Cece,” Bree tuts. “Have you been drinking again?”
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