And he had learned absolutely nothing new except their names; though it was still easier to think of them by state. Though when he’d found out that the enigmatic Tennessean’s real name was Wilma.
“There’s a reason I go by my middle name of Annie.”
He liked Annie, rather hoped she wasn’t the killer, but her thoughts were as elusive as the others were blatant.
“I don’t know what else to say, Katydid.” He, Kate, and Rikka had moved off to the side to confer. No one had picked up any real clues.
“Let the cooking begin,” Rikka suggested.
Katydid shrugged her acceptance.
“Fine,” Rikka picked up her camera. “But you aren’t going to find me doing any taste testing.”
7
“What are you doing here, James?” Dee Dee sounded surprised.
“Come to watch my little gal win, of course.” Kate watched as
