CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
In another half-hour, Detective Bradshaw walked back into the cottage. He looked stressed as he closed the door firmly behind him.
“We’re not bringing you into the station. Yet,” he added, cutting short Stella’s surge of premature relief. “There are still other angles to investigate, with so many staff and family members residing on the property. However, the Marshalls want you gone. They want you to leave, now.”
“That’s fine. I’ll go.” At least she could get out of this place, she thought. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t have to see any of the family again.
But the detective’s next comment told her otherwise.
“There’s one problem. You are officially, a murder suspect, so we need you to stay in the local area and not leave Greenwich. We have to know your whereabouts a
