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I asked.
    Connie frowned. “Not really. Everyone liked her.”
    “Even Jonathan Mills?”
    At that, Connie laughed. “Jonathan? His bark was worse than his bite, and he might have been mad at Bethany, but they weren’t enemies. If anything, he was jealous of her success.”
    “Jealousy can sometimes make enemies.”
    “You’re thinking Jonathan killed her? No way,” Connie said, shaking her head.
    “Is there anyone else you can think of who might have wanted her dead?”
    “Presley, what are you getting at?” she asked.
    “Just wondering who might have killed her and left her in my friend’s salon,” I said, being honest with her as I was with Jonathan.
    “Oh gosh, I don’t know. Like I said, everyone liked her.”
    I didn’t really know where to go with this at this point. Connie didn’t seem to have any more information.
    “Well thank you,” I said, standing up. “We don’t want to take up any more of your time.”
    “Oh, not at all. If there’s anything I can do for you or if you’re ever in the market for a house, please think of me,” she said, as she walked us to the front of the bustling office.
    As we walked out of our second real estate office today, I turned to Tobey and said, “Did anything strike you as odd in there?”
    “Not really. I mean, I didn’t expect it to be so ‘business as usual,’ but everyone deals with death differently, and maybe they weren’t all that close.”
    “That, too, but did you notice the people there?”
    Tobey looked at me like I was crazy. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “They were all women, and before you say that’s not unusual, let me add they were all gorgeous women under thirty.”
    “So?” He shrugged. “Maybe she just hired a bunch of people like her. Young, pretty, female.”
    “But that’s not good business. While that might appeal to all the male homeowners, there are a lot of women it wouldn’t appeal to.”
    “Maybe Bethany wasn’t that good a business woman?”
    “Tobey, she wouldn’t be so successful and have a place like this for her business if she wasn’t smart about it. Something isn’t right here.”
    We were getting back in the car when I felt my purse vibrate. I pulled it out and saw that it was Katy.
    “Hello?”
    “Where are you?”
    “Hanging out with Tobey, just getting ready to drop him off. Why? You have some wedding excitement planned for us today?”
    “I was hoping you could swing by and pick me up. Chris took my car and I hate driving his.”
    “Sure, I can be there in fifteen.”

Chapter 7
    W here we headed?” I asked Katy when I got to her house.
    “To the police station.”
    “Oh, do they have some information for you on Bethany’s murder?”
    “Not exactly.”
    It was then I noticed a funny look on her face. I had known Katy pretty much all my life, so I knew when something was wrong. “Katy, what’s going on?”
    “I got a strange phone call today. Congratulating me on my upcoming wedding.”
    “And…?” I prodded, wondering what she wasn’t saying.
    “And I think it was Dirt.”
    My eyes widened. “Really?”
    She nodded.
    “Wow.” I sat there for a moment, not knowing what to say.
    “They must not monitor who they talk to in jail.”
    “That’s the thing, Pres. He wasn’t calling from jail.”
    “What do you mean he wasn’t calling from jail? He had to be.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “If he were calling from jail it would be collect and say it was a call from jail. This wasn’t a collect call.”
    “How do you know about the collect thing?” I had never gotten a call from someone in jail, so that was news to me—a fact I guess I was thankful for.
    “He’s called before.”
    “What? And you’ve never told me? Why? What did he say?”
    “I never told you because I didn’t want you to worry, and it wasn’t that big of a deal. But, yeah, he’s called a couple times, and it was collect. I knew it was him and I didn’t accept the