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related to him or anyone else in this town.”
    â€œSo, what brought you to South Cove? I heard you had a pretty nice gig in San Francisco.”
    â€œIf you call dealing with battered women and the men who love to hit them a nice gig, then yes.”
    Who was this guy? I was getting pretty tired of the questions. Like I’d moved here five years ago as part of my evil plan to kill Miss Emily on Sunday.
    â€œI heard you were an attorney and married to some stockbroker or something.” Detective King glanced up at me.
    â€œWell, the rumor mill got part of it right. I was married to a stockbroker and I was an attorney. I practiced family law, which means I worked more hours than the other associates and made half as much.”
    â€œYou didn’t know anyone here when you moved?”
    â€œOnly Miss Emily. All it took was talking to her one weekend, and she’d convinced me to pull up stakes and move here. I spent an afternoon with her drinking iced tea when I stayed for a short vacation at Madison’s Bed-and-Breakfast. She got me.” I started to tear up.
    He checked his list. “Well, that’s about it. Let’s go back into the office.”
    â€œWhat did Doc Ames find? How did she die?” My mind wandered back over the scene from Doc Ames’s office. Who were those people? “And what’s happening in the office?”
    â€œI can’t go over the specifics of the investigation with you. As a former attorney, you should know that. We need to go back to the office for the reading of the will.” Detective King peered back at me. “I’ve been told you are going to be very happy.”
    Happy? What the heck was he talking about? Miss Emily lived off her small pension check, using coupons to afford her groceries.
    â€œWhatever she left me, I’m sure it will be more sentimental than financial.”
    â€œI guess you could call the inheritance sentimental.”
    I followed Detective King back into Doc Ames’s office. Looking around, I spied Amy, who patted the chair next to her when she saw me.
    â€œWhat did he want?” Amy whispered.
    I kept an eye on Detective King to see if he was listening. He headed toward the front, but it seemed like he was going to talk to the tall, skinny guy with Doc Ames. The three of them spoke in low tones and kept glancing over at me. The guy was a royal jerk. “He just wanted to get my story about when I found Miss Emily.”
    â€œAre you a suspect?” Amy grabbed my hand. “That’s just dumb, you loved that old lady.”
    â€œNo, for some reason, Mayor Baylor has taken me out of the suspect pool.” I watched Amy for any reaction. “What’s up with that, do you think?”
    â€œHow should I know? He’s crazy.” Amy started to dig in her purse for something, avoiding eye contact.
    â€œAmy? Did you ask Mayor Baylor to tell Detective King to keep me out of this?” I pressed my friend, who continued to focus on the bottom of her purse.
    â€œWhy would I do that? And more to the point, why would he listen to me? The man hates me.” Amy’s voice sounded muffled from the purse.
    I suspected Amy knew more than what she was saying, but if my friend had kept my name out of the investigation, more power to her. I didn’t kill Miss Emily, and it would be pretty hard to find out who did from the inside of South Cove’s makeshift jail. I’d have to think about taking Mayor Baylor’s name off my list, quid pro quo, but not until I talked to him. “Hey, what time does he come into the office tomorrow?”
    â€œMayor Baylor? Not until nine-thirty, ten. Why?” Amy regarded me from her excursion into her purse. She offered me a peppermint Life Saver from a half-gone roll. My stomach growled. I took the Life Saver.
    â€œI wanted to talk to him about Bambi’s developer boyfriend. Have you found out anything?” I hoped this reading would