innuendo, the wall to wall drama. As far as she was concerned, it was up to him to sort out now.
When Crumple was done questioning Daisy, she was free to go. With the investigation ongoing, it was clear no redecorating work was going to happen that day. At best, she’d be able to return tomorrow. At worst, not for a while.
Daisy made her way into the parking lot volleying questions back and forth in her head. She was no detective mind you, but she couldn’t help but be curious as to what had really happened the night before.
Crumple was stingy with the evidence, but obviously he’d found something pointing to murder. Daisy tried to think back on the last time there was a murder in Cozy Creek. She couldn’t come up with anything.
As Daisy approached her car, her inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of crying. She stopped and looked around, then spotted the night maid Angela Franklin sobbing to herself again in her car.
Daisy went over to try and comfort her.
With all the tension in the air, Daisy thought it might be good to try and lighten the mood a little. “We have to stop meeting like this.”
Angela cracked a smile. “You’ve seen me cry more than my son has.”
“Is your son doing alright?” Daisy wondered.
“As far as I know. That actually wasn’t what I was crying about.”
“Oh really?”
Angela shook her head side to side. “I was just thinking of Mr. Cash slumped over his desk.”
Daisy grimaced. “I’d prefer not to think of the details.”
“I can’t help it. I was the one who found him,” Angela revealed.
Daisy’s eyes opened wide. “Is that so?”
Angela nodded as she wiped her eyes. “I just went into his office to start cleaning and there he was, his face pressed against the desk with his coffee cup beside him.”
“That must have been a horrible thing to see.”
Angela’s eyes were filled with shock. “I’ll never forget it. What an awful sight.”
“Was there anyone else in the office?”
“No. By then, everyone had left.”
“When did everyone leave?” Daisy wondered.
“I don’t know for sure. When I came in for my shift, most everyone had gone home. A few people were packing up their things to leave. I always start by cleaning the restrooms first. When I came out of the ladies room, everyone was gone,” Angela explained.
“I’m so sorry you had to be the one to find him.”
“The world can be a cruel place sometimes. That’s why they invented alcohol,” Angela replied.
Daisy wanted to get away from the somber tone. She said the first thing that came to her mind. “You know, the police think foul play was involved.”
“I know. They asked me a whole lot of questions.”
“Same here. They actually thought I was a suspect for a while,” Daisy revealed.
“Yeah.” Angela then got really quiet and tense.
“Do they think you’re a suspect too?” Daisy wondered.
Angela avoided a direct answer. “By the sound of it, they’re treating everyone as a suspect. They don’t even know it was murder though. He could have had a heart attack or something.”
“I still can’t believe someone would kill him. I know he was a sleazy money grubber, but murder…”
“You’d be surprised what people are capable of doing. Besides, Mr. Cash made plenty of enemies,” Angela said.
What an ominous answer. Daisy couldn’t help but notice the conversation had taken quite a turn. She realized she didn’t know much about Angela. Daisy decided to proceed with caution.
“What kind of enemies?” Daisy asked.
“Come on, look around that office. Or his wife even. The fact is, Max Cash was scummy even for a lawyer,” Angela said.
“Did he make an enemy out of you?”
Angela got defensive. “I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Daisy’s instincts had done her well in the past. Sometimes she felt
When Crumple was done questioning Daisy, she was free to go. With the investigation ongoing, it was clear no redecorating work was going to happen that day. At best, she’d be able to return tomorrow. At worst, not for a while.
Daisy made her way into the parking lot volleying questions back and forth in her head. She was no detective mind you, but she couldn’t help but be curious as to what had really happened the night before.
Crumple was stingy with the evidence, but obviously he’d found something pointing to murder. Daisy tried to think back on the last time there was a murder in Cozy Creek. She couldn’t come up with anything.
As Daisy approached her car, her inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of crying. She stopped and looked around, then spotted the night maid Angela Franklin sobbing to herself again in her car.
Daisy went over to try and comfort her.
With all the tension in the air, Daisy thought it might be good to try and lighten the mood a little. “We have to stop meeting like this.”
Angela cracked a smile. “You’ve seen me cry more than my son has.”
“Is your son doing alright?” Daisy wondered.
“As far as I know. That actually wasn’t what I was crying about.”
“Oh really?”
Angela shook her head side to side. “I was just thinking of Mr. Cash slumped over his desk.”
Daisy grimaced. “I’d prefer not to think of the details.”
“I can’t help it. I was the one who found him,” Angela revealed.
Daisy’s eyes opened wide. “Is that so?”
Angela nodded as she wiped her eyes. “I just went into his office to start cleaning and there he was, his face pressed against the desk with his coffee cup beside him.”
“That must have been a horrible thing to see.”
Angela’s eyes were filled with shock. “I’ll never forget it. What an awful sight.”
“Was there anyone else in the office?”
“No. By then, everyone had left.”
“When did everyone leave?” Daisy wondered.
“I don’t know for sure. When I came in for my shift, most everyone had gone home. A few people were packing up their things to leave. I always start by cleaning the restrooms first. When I came out of the ladies room, everyone was gone,” Angela explained.
“I’m so sorry you had to be the one to find him.”
“The world can be a cruel place sometimes. That’s why they invented alcohol,” Angela replied.
Daisy wanted to get away from the somber tone. She said the first thing that came to her mind. “You know, the police think foul play was involved.”
“I know. They asked me a whole lot of questions.”
“Same here. They actually thought I was a suspect for a while,” Daisy revealed.
“Yeah.” Angela then got really quiet and tense.
“Do they think you’re a suspect too?” Daisy wondered.
Angela avoided a direct answer. “By the sound of it, they’re treating everyone as a suspect. They don’t even know it was murder though. He could have had a heart attack or something.”
“I still can’t believe someone would kill him. I know he was a sleazy money grubber, but murder…”
“You’d be surprised what people are capable of doing. Besides, Mr. Cash made plenty of enemies,” Angela said.
What an ominous answer. Daisy couldn’t help but notice the conversation had taken quite a turn. She realized she didn’t know much about Angela. Daisy decided to proceed with caution.
“What kind of enemies?” Daisy asked.
“Come on, look around that office. Or his wife even. The fact is, Max Cash was scummy even for a lawyer,” Angela said.
“Did he make an enemy out of you?”
Angela got defensive. “I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Daisy’s instincts had done her well in the past. Sometimes she felt
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