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“What?” Ray asked. “Why would Lisa shoot Graeme?”
“Not on purpose,” I said. “Think about it. Lisa said no one else but Dad has a spare key, and there were no signs of forced entry. I haven’t been able to figure out anything that’s missing, except the gun Graeme kept in the locked desk drawer in the office, where there were also no signs of forced entry. And what thief would allow himself to be shot without at least pointing the gun he’s just stolen? If not to actually shoot the homeowner, to intimidate her long enough to get away.”
Lisa’s voice called from the yard, asking about the cart.
“Of course, I could be wrong. Don’t you dare tell Lisa what I said—not until we know for sure.” I grabbed the cart and pulled it out to the courtyard where Lisa was waiting. When Ray finally follow
