Surely she was in the middle of a nightmare. Her husband, Roger, had been found murdered and now the police were questioning her.
“We checked your internet history, Mandy,” accused the sergeant. “Murder methods?”
“But it was our homework for writing group,” she sobbed. “Write a murder story.”
“We checked with your classmate Cynthia. She said the topic was romance.”
Cynthia smiled as she tapped the keys on her computer. She was sick of always coming second to Mandy in writing competitions. The next prize was hers.
“We checked your internet history, Mandy,” accused the sergeant. “Murder methods?”
“But it was our homework for writing group,” she sobbed. “Write a murder story.”
“We checked with your classmate Cynthia. She said the topic was romance.”
Cynthia smiled as she tapped the keys on her computer. She was sick of always coming second to Mandy in writing competitions. The next prize was hers.
