Chandra’s chin jutted at a stubborn angle. “That Levi is far too cute to be a murderer.” I’d been looking over the bills I was making out for my guests, and I glanced up at her over the rims of my glasses. “I’m thinking the court isn’t going to take that into consideration.” “But he is cute. You do finally admit that?” Kate sidled by. With all the excitement at dinner the night before, we hadn’t had a chance to clean up, and slowly, the props were being returned to their owners. Well, except for Levi’s bedroll. That had been confiscated by the police. Kate put a wineglass in the dishwasher and a matchbook that we’d never had a chance to use as a clue back up in the cupboard where it belonged. For now, Luella was up in Suite #6 taking care of little Isabelle while Meg went home to check on the house and pick up some pediatric fever reducer. “Cute has nothing to do with any of this,”
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