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Bridget McMillan stuffed a bunch of clothes into her suitcase and put them in her car. She should have left as soon as she heard Audrey Poole had been murdered, but she’d wanted to finish a couple of accounts first. Stupid, stupid! But she took pride in her work. She’d been an accountant for over thirty years, and she was a darn good one.
And Audrey Poole’s Bay-to-Breakers Realty was her top client. Bridget had never before known anyone who’d been murdered. Even living in a big city where crime was fairly common compared to her hometown, Laramie, Wyoming, she still hadn’t known anyone violently killed, or even assaulted. Not a single robbery or burglary, in fact. Until now.
At least, she told herself, no one should care what she was doing with “B2B,” which was how she showed the comp
