CHAPTER SIX
Stella’s gaze was drawn straight to the victim’s sprawled body when she walked into the gym. Pressing her lips tightly closed, she took in the shocking reality of this death. The woman’s outflung limbs, the tawny-gold waves of her hair, glossy and styled.
Who could have done this? Who could have deliberately walked into this palatial and serene home, and ended up murdering her? The impossibility of it made Stella’s mind reel.
Isabella was dressed for the gym. She hadn’t expected that. What had she expected? She had guessed when hearing about the crime that the woman had walked into the gym and surprised an intruder, who might have broken in through those big, glass doors that overlooked the rolling, green back lawn.
But this looked as if she’d been killed while actually wor
