CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, after seeing Paavo off, thoughts of the horror of the previous evening stretched Angie's nerves nearly to the breaking point. She had baking to do for Connie's tearoom, but being alone made her jumpy. Normally, she was fine with being alone, enjoyed it, in fact, at least for a little while.
Maybe it was because of how upset Paavo, Calderon and Benson all seemed by the former ballerina's murder. Or maybe it was because she had overheard them talking about how this was the second such grisly murder in less than four weeks, and how much it troubled them.
She went out to the yard. "Jock?" she called. She hadn't seen the little West Highland White Terrier since they got back from their honeymoon. She wondered if he'd ever return.
She went back inside to see Her
