Pure fury unleashed a different Prissy. “I needed more income and I wanted to stay at home to get it. Those books were easy for me to write.”
Myrtle leveled her gaze at Prissy. “You did shove me that day at your house.”
“I did not. But if I had, could you blame me? You had no business snooping around in my bedroom and opening documents on my computer. That was personal property.” She clenched her thin fists. “You’re not going to tell everyone about my books?” It sounded like a threat.
Myrtle shook her head. “No, Prissy, I won’t say anything to anyone but the police. You seem very anxious that your secret stays safe. I have to ask you—did you kill Tammy to keep her from telling everyone?”
Prissy’s face was sulky. “No. But I hated her and wasn’t a bit sorry that someone killed her. I a
