was it more than that? And the money, was it about the insurance? Were Trish and Greg in on this together? What now? And if not the two of them, who else could have done it….and why?
Chapter 11
When the news came, Annie broke down. They’d lifted prints from both the outside of the glove and the inside. Hers were on the outside, but not on the inside. It didn’t free her yet, but if they could tie the glove to a break-in of some sort, and if it matched the vial of poison, and if…there were too many ways this could end up. There was no forced entry into the building, which was another stumbling block.
The bad news came next. While they lifted prints on the inside of the glove, because the glove was found outside the building, they didn’t feel it was evidence that linked with the case. Also, they only got partial prints from inside. Somebody was obviously trying to tamper with their prints. It was as if they’d worn tape over their fingertips to try to hide them. Only a piece or two must have slid off and left behind partial prints. Being partial, they weren’t sure if they’d be able to get a full match. It raised suspicion, but if they didn’t find prints inside of the building, there wasn’t a case against anybody else.
They wouldn’t give out any further details on the prints except for saying they found partial prints. They held Alex off until they had more concrete information.
Alex didn’t know. Annie didn’t know. Only the police knew and they weren’t ready to say anything. They weren’t even sure if it was connected to the crime. They kept the glove locked up as evidence in case something tied it in, but for now, because it was found outside the building, they didn’t see it as a key piece of evidence. They’d go back and dust the area to see if the prints showed up inside at all. There was no use in pointing fingers at somebody who never entered the shop.
Annie couldn’t stop thinking about Trish and Greg. On arriving home, she let Pip out and washed her hands . Lost in thought, she lathered the soap again and again. Pip’s yelp caught her attention.
Slamming the faucet down, she ran outside. “What’s going on?” She spun around looking for her little dog. The pup cried out again. Annie ran to the sound. She didn’t know whe ther to laugh or cry. Pip had cornered a cat that had gotten into their small fenced yard. The cat hissed, with his back arched high and his claws out. “Leave the pussycat alone,” she said. “Come on, let’s let him out of the yard safely.” Pip barked gleefully, then growled and yipped.
“Pip! Come on, let’s go inside.” Pip looked at Annie, torn between what she was being told to do and what she wanted, a piece of the cat. Annie scooped her off the ground and took the dog’s choice away. “Go on, kitty . Scat!” Annie said, stomping her foot on the ground, hoping it was enough to get the cat to leave. Instead, the cat strolled back and forth and taunted the small dog with the fact that it was still in the yard.
Pip whined and squirmed. “We’re going inside,” Annie exclaimed and turned with the pup. It took a while for Pip to stop standing at the back door . She desperately wanted to corner the cat again, but after enough pacing, she finally settled down.
So , if there’s insurance money, would that be the money Trish was talking about? And what about Greg? How did he figure into this? It was his mother? Were they working together? Did they kill Patsy? The poison in the salon…Trish had access to the back room and was the one to actually color Patsy’s hair, but wouldn’t it have burned her scalp if it had absorbed through her skin? Wouldn’t Patsy have complained? She complained about everything. She wasn’t the type to sit silently and suffer. It couldn’t have bothered her, or she would have said something.
And if Trish did it, why? Was it about the money? Did Greg offer her money? Was Greg in love with her? Annie stood and
Chapter 11
When the news came, Annie broke down. They’d lifted prints from both the outside of the glove and the inside. Hers were on the outside, but not on the inside. It didn’t free her yet, but if they could tie the glove to a break-in of some sort, and if it matched the vial of poison, and if…there were too many ways this could end up. There was no forced entry into the building, which was another stumbling block.
The bad news came next. While they lifted prints on the inside of the glove, because the glove was found outside the building, they didn’t feel it was evidence that linked with the case. Also, they only got partial prints from inside. Somebody was obviously trying to tamper with their prints. It was as if they’d worn tape over their fingertips to try to hide them. Only a piece or two must have slid off and left behind partial prints. Being partial, they weren’t sure if they’d be able to get a full match. It raised suspicion, but if they didn’t find prints inside of the building, there wasn’t a case against anybody else.
They wouldn’t give out any further details on the prints except for saying they found partial prints. They held Alex off until they had more concrete information.
Alex didn’t know. Annie didn’t know. Only the police knew and they weren’t ready to say anything. They weren’t even sure if it was connected to the crime. They kept the glove locked up as evidence in case something tied it in, but for now, because it was found outside the building, they didn’t see it as a key piece of evidence. They’d go back and dust the area to see if the prints showed up inside at all. There was no use in pointing fingers at somebody who never entered the shop.
Annie couldn’t stop thinking about Trish and Greg. On arriving home, she let Pip out and washed her hands . Lost in thought, she lathered the soap again and again. Pip’s yelp caught her attention.
Slamming the faucet down, she ran outside. “What’s going on?” She spun around looking for her little dog. The pup cried out again. Annie ran to the sound. She didn’t know whe ther to laugh or cry. Pip had cornered a cat that had gotten into their small fenced yard. The cat hissed, with his back arched high and his claws out. “Leave the pussycat alone,” she said. “Come on, let’s let him out of the yard safely.” Pip barked gleefully, then growled and yipped.
“Pip! Come on, let’s go inside.” Pip looked at Annie, torn between what she was being told to do and what she wanted, a piece of the cat. Annie scooped her off the ground and took the dog’s choice away. “Go on, kitty . Scat!” Annie said, stomping her foot on the ground, hoping it was enough to get the cat to leave. Instead, the cat strolled back and forth and taunted the small dog with the fact that it was still in the yard.
Pip whined and squirmed. “We’re going inside,” Annie exclaimed and turned with the pup. It took a while for Pip to stop standing at the back door . She desperately wanted to corner the cat again, but after enough pacing, she finally settled down.
So , if there’s insurance money, would that be the money Trish was talking about? And what about Greg? How did he figure into this? It was his mother? Were they working together? Did they kill Patsy? The poison in the salon…Trish had access to the back room and was the one to actually color Patsy’s hair, but wouldn’t it have burned her scalp if it had absorbed through her skin? Wouldn’t Patsy have complained? She complained about everything. She wasn’t the type to sit silently and suffer. It couldn’t have bothered her, or she would have said something.
And if Trish did it, why? Was it about the money? Did Greg offer her money? Was Greg in love with her? Annie stood and
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