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been loving you, Mr. Cheatum?”
    Kyle grinned. “It would be easier to tell you who hasn’t,” he said sliding away, as Hazel entered the foyer carrying a serving platter of drinks.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    “ How long have you hated your mother, Rose?” Laura asked, her pen poised to write down Rose Murdock’s incriminating response.
    Gra ce sighed. She had spent the last twenty minutes fielding Laura’s questions about Rose Murdock, starting with her birth, her childhood, which Grace made up as she went along, her love of gardening, which Grace also made up, before finally segueing into Rose’s difficult relationship with her mother. “Who says I hate Ivy, Dr. Nightshade?”
    “Well, for one you call her Ivy. Most daughter’s call their mother, Mom.”
    A bit weary of playing the suspect of the week to Laura’s Joe Friday act, Grace smiled tightly as she took a step to the side. “Well, I guess you caught me. Now, if you would excuse me.”
    Laura stepped in front of her. “It must really burn you up that Ivy favors Daisy over you.”
    Deciding it was time to turn the tables, Grace crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What about you, Doctor? Why exactly are you here? Is Mother not feeling well?”
    “I’m sorry, I can’t really discuss my patient with you , especially since you seem to loathe her. Why is that? Is it because Ivy stole Mr. Hunter from you?”
    Grace, who was now frantically trying to signal Kyle from across the room, dropped her gaze back down to Laura. Her brow furrowed. “Mr. Hunter? Who’s Mr. Hunter?”
    “Oh, don’t play coy. You must have been furious. Did you love him?”
    Dropping character , Grace lifted up her hands. “Laura, I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. There wasn’t a Hunter mentioned in my bio. Who’s is he?”
    Laura pinched the bridge of her nose under her eyeglasses and sighed dramatically. “My name is Doctor Bella Nightshade. Not Laura.”
    “If you want me to answer the question, you’re going to have to tell me who you are speaking about.”
    Shaking her head, Laura pointed to the back corner of the library and the man sitting on the floor. He was partially hidden by the circular staircase that led to the second floor of the library, and the several towering piles of books stacked on the floor next to him. Grace’s eyebrows rose. She had been so distracted by Laura that she hadn’t even noticed someone new had joined their group, and was apparently building a small fort. He had emptied most of the shelves in front of him and was methodically stacking them around his body. He must have felt someone watching him, because he suddenly looked up. Catching Laura’s eyes, he made a small little grimace before bowing his head. To Grace’s amusement, he seemed to sink in on himself as if trying to hide.
    Grace tilted her head. “That’s Mr. Hunter? Who is he?”
    “ His name is Fortune Hunter. He’s Ivy’s new husband and your ex.”
    Grace shook her head. “Not according to the bio I received in my room.”
    Disgusted, Laura groaned. “I’m working with amateurs. Can anyone stay in character?” Glancing down at her notepad, she muttered, “Let’s see. Who haven’t I interrogated, yet?” She turned away and surveyed the library. Setting her sights on her target, she stalked across the room and dropped into the chair next to Caroline.
    Grace glanced around the room . Noticing Molly near the bar furtively looking over her shoulder, Grace tiptoed up to the other woman and peered over her shoulder, as Molly poured a can of soda into her glass. “What are you doing?”
    Startled, Molly jumped, spilling her drink over the countertop. She gave Grace a rueful grin as she held up her glass. “Does this look like scotch to you?”
    “ I guess so. Why?”
    “Daisy’s an alcoholic, remember? I started with the scotch, but decided that unless I wanted to spend the night passed out on the sofa, I should just