Chapter Eleven
Not this again. “I know. But if I find out who’s responsible for these killings, then I won’t be in danger anymore, will I? Can’t you help me out?”
The appeal seemed to sway the woman. She sighed. “Don’t know if it’s important. But that Peggy? She had a past with that Charles.”
“Charles Clayborne? Your cousin? She used to be involved with him romantically, you’re saying?” asked Myrtle. She remembered seeing Peggy crying at Charles’s funeral.
“Used to be. Still wanted to be,” said Wanda coolly.
“But she was practically telling me she didn’t know who Charles even was!”
“Came to his funeral, didn’t she?” asked Wanda. “Cried over his body, too.”
That she had. “And you’re saying that she still wanted to get back together with Charles?” The two seemed like an odd match to M
