The Devil You Know (Sarah Woods Mystery Book 15) by Jennifer L. Jennings Page B

somewhere, but I hadn’t seen her yet.  I glanced out the window toward the driveway and noticed the green Nissan that had to be hers.
    Since the memorial didn’t start until ten o’clock, I had some time to kill. I left the kitchen and wandered into the library. The ashes from last night’s fire were still simmering in the fireplace and I wondered how long Brett had stayed up after I’d gone to bed.
    “How did you sleep last night?” At the sound of George’s voice, I turned around to find him walking towards me, his dark suit neatly pressed and his hair combed back with gel. He looked quite dashing, but his sad eyes made me realize how much he must be hurting inside.
    “I slept fine,” I said. “The bed was very comfortable. How are you… coping?”
    “As well as can be expected. Although, Jeremy has just informed me that my sister is not feeling well this morning. I’m afraid she will not be joining us for the memorial.”
    Yeah, right. I decided not to tell George the truth. It would only serve to hurt his feelings. “What’s wrong with her?”
    “She has an upset stomach, apparently. Between you and me, I know better. She just doesn’t feel like going.”
    “Are you upset?”
    “Not really. I expected she might pull a stunt like this. If you haven’t already figured it out, Margaret can be quite selfish.”
    “Hey, at least she flew here to spend time with you this weekend. She could’ve made an excuse not to come at all.”
    “I suppose that’s true.” George came closer and put a hand on my shoulder. He lowered his voice and said, “Has there been any talk?”
    “Not yet. Carter will let me know if he hears anything.”
    He nodded and I could sense his impatience.
    “I shared a bottle of wine with Brett last night.”
    George tilted his head with interest. “Really?”
    “Yeah. I could be wrong, but I got a funny feeling from him, like he might have been flirting with me. Not sure what to make of that but, anyway, I told him that I suspected someone of killing Josephine.”
    “How did he react to that?”
    “He seemed shocked. He's probably mentioned it to Olivia by now.”
    “Once Olivia knows, then everyone will know. My daughter was never good at keeping things inside. As you witnessed last night, she can be a bit melodramatic.”
    “By the way, I need to tell you something that happened yesterday. Lucita begged me not to tell you but I think you should know.”
    “What is it?”
    “I walked into the kitchen yesterday afternoon and she was on the floor. She told me she was feeling a little lightheaded. I wanted to call for help, but she assured me that everything was fine. She was afraid you’d find out and be upset with her.”
    “Why would I be upset with her? I’m concerned, of course.”
    “She said something about having low blood sugar. Do you know anything about that?”
    George narrowed his eyes. “She’s never mentioned that to me. Maybe she needs to take a few days off. I’ll speak with her when we get back from the memorial this afternoon. Speaking of…” He checked his watch. “We need to leave in fifteen minutes. I hope everyone will be ready on time.”

Chapter 13
     
    At 9:45, George’s family converged in the foyer just as the limo came to pick us up.
    “Where are Aunt Margaret and Jeremy?” Olivia asked. “Has someone checked on them?”
    “Margaret is not feeling well,” George said. “She’s decided not to go.”
    Olivia blinked rapidly. “Are you serious? What’s her excuse?”
    “Doesn’t matter,” George said. “She’s not going. And maybe it’s for the best.”
    The seven of us piled into the limo and nothing more was said until we arrived at the country club five minutes later.
    We were ushered into a small but luxurious room with flower bouquets lined up along the floor. I counted eight round tables with eight chairs each, which meant that approximately fifty to sixty people were expected to attend. How many of those people were