Nora Meadows must have been waiting for Lizzie and Kevin to return. As soon as they had entered the living room, she rushed forward and shoved a glass of brandy at them. Lizzie refused, but Nora hushed her.
"No arguments. It’s for the shock, drink it all down," she said and stood with her arms crossed against her chest, watching the two of them to make sure they did as they were told. Kevin gulped his brandy down and gave a smile to the older woman. Lizzie sipped hers a little slower and was grateful as the warmth of the liquor seeped through her body.
"Now, what’s going on down there?" Nora demanded, taking the empty glasses back when they had finished.
"The police have asked us not to say anything–"
"Oh pish-posh, Kevin. We already know there"s been a murder. And it makes sense i
