By the time morning rolled around, Jill had herself convinced Eddie was the murderer and, though I still hesitated to fully commit, she was the deputy and I just the hired help.

She did seem surprised when I asked if I could be the one to deliver his breakfast, the rest of the guests quietly devouring Mom's offerings in the dining room, still under Bill's watchful attention.

"You're sure?" Jill eyed the tray Mom had handed me a moment earlier before disappearing ...