CHAPTER NINETEEN
Stella was intrigued to see that Abigail Mills’ home address was a grand mansion that was in a neighboring suburb to Isabella’s home, and only about ten minutes’ drive away.
Abigail was home and waiting at the door. She’d sounded taken aback when Stella had called, but had agreed instantly to be interviewed. She was tall, very slender, and very pretty, with tawny brown hair cascading over her shoulders, and sparkling green eyes. Immediately, Stella pegged her as somebody who would have been likely to catch Trevor’s eye. She resolved that she was not going to allow Abigail to lie about the relationship. Whatever it took, however much of an explosion it triggered, she would have to pressure her to spill the truth.
“Come in, come in.” Turning, Abigail led the way into a lo
