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church in quite some time.
    "I'm sure it'll be fine," she said and forced a smile.
    "Well, considering all the trouble she causes, I'm just surprised she doesn't have more enemies," Mrs. Collingswood pointed out. "Do you know she even made a pass at Mr. Collingswood once? Can you believe it? A man of God?"
    Bekki was surprised by that revelation. She knew that Daisy often flirted with the husbands of many of the women in town, but she had just chalked that up to Daisy's need for attention.
    "I'm sorry to hear that," she said politely and began paying closer attention to what Mrs. Collingswood was saying.
    "If you ask me, the police should be looking for that lover of hers. Maybe he wanted her to get a divorce and she refused. Or maybe he had a wife!" she gasped out as if she had solved the mystery right then and there.
    "Maybe," Bekki agreed quietly and finished fluffing the woman's hair. "Thank you for your support Mrs. Collingswood," she smiled at the woman through the mirror.
    "You have it sweetheart," she assured her. "And the support of the whole congregation."
    Bekki smiled, her heart warming at the idea of a prayer circle being conducted in her honor. It was better than the image she had of the whole town pushing her out and judging her as a killer.
    When their customers had left Sammy and Bekki met in the middle of the salon.
    "Did you know..."
    "...that Daisy had a lover," Bekki finished for her. "I heard, I wonder who he is."
    "Oh I know who it is," Sammy said in a hushed tone. "His name is Pete, and he runs the dry cleaners."
    "Hi Ladies," Nick said from the doorway of the salon. He tipped his head respectfully at Sammy and then locked eyes with Bekki. "Can I speak with you please?"
    "Are you here to arrest me?" Bekki asked with genuine fear in her voice. Nick swept his hand over the back of his neck and gazed down at the floor for a moment in a gesture she had memorized when they were just teens.
    "No, I'm not," he said dismissively and Sammy took the hint to escape through the front door of the salon. Once they were alone in the salon the silence was deafening.
    "Well?" Bekki asked, a bite in her tone. "What is it? Do you want another chance to interrogate me?"
    "Bekki," he breathed with frustration. "I just need some answers."
    "I didn't kill anyone, how is that not answer enough?" she snapped in return and turned away from him. It had hurt her feelings to think that he would even consider the possibility that she could do something like that.
    "Of course you didn't," he said flatly. "But what am I supposed to do? I have dozens of witnesses saying you were angry with Daisy, that you intended to teach her a lesson, that you even threatened her. She was killed in the time between when you left her salon and the time you arrived at Doug's bar, so you have no alibi. She called a police officer while you were in the salon, and when he arrived, she was dead."
    "I don't need one," Bekki said through gritted teeth. "I didn't kill anyone. I'm sure the forensic evidence will prove it."
    "So far the only thing the forensic evidence has done is ruled you in as a suspect," he shook his head as he stepped closer to her. "They found your fingerprints at the salon, and no evidence of a break in, which indicates that Daisy knew her killer. The only other prints were from her regular customers."
    "Well, did you ask her lover?" Bekki asked smugly, ignoring his attempts to meet her eyes.
    "Lover?" he paused as she nodded her head.
    "Don't tell me a great detective like yourself hasn't figured out yet that Daisy had a lover on the side. I think that might be motive, don't you? Or do you only look at suspects that you have latent feelings for?" she challenged him and turned to face him in the same moment. He was stunned by her words, and stammered a response out.
    "Bekki, that's not fair," he warned. "I didn't target you. The evidence led to you."
    "Maybe, but you should know better Nick," she shook her head as she leaned against the