Anthony Snow didn"t wait around to see how the women would react to his words. They could hear his steps pounding on wooden stairs as he made his way to the room he had rented. Seconds later, Ella emerged from the kitchen, hands on her hips, looking at the two women.
"What did you two say to him to upset him so much? Hasn"t the poor man gone through enough?"
"Come on, Ella, you know I have a job to do,” Jenny said. “He"s upset because his wife was killed, and he wants answers. You know I can"t let him get involved. "
Ella looked at Jenny and gave a nod of understanding. Then she turned and stared at the stairs her guest had gone up.
"I don"t think Mr. Snow is the type to sit upstairs in his room and wait for you to find the answers." She held up her hand when Jenny tried to interrupt.
