Chapter Thirteen
“Dead?” I asked, gasping. “What, like natural causes?”
“She’s been murdered,” said Burton. “I have the state police coming over now. If you’ll excuse me?”
The salon employee, still tearful, had apparently been told to wait outside, too. Burton started securing the scene. The employee walked over to join me, apparently not wanting to be by herself. She, like Mary, had a golden tan. But, despite the tan, I could see she looked pale at her discovery.
“Do you know Mary?” she asked, her face wet with tears.
I shook my head. “Not really. As I matter of fact, I only just met her. Can you tell me what happened in there? The police chief told me Mary had been murdered?”
This threatened to make the employee start crying again, but she took a deep breath and nodded. “I guess so
