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in the area. When you checked in yesterday, you told him you were weekend guests of the Fraziers." |
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Charlie was hoping the nervous smile playing with the corners of his mouth didn't give him away. He was stunned. Betty Elizabeth was dead which was fine with him. But what about Theodore? Without one very obviously dead Theodore Frazier, his whole scheme meant absolutely nothing. |
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"Poor Theodore," Charlie muttered. It was a line he had rehearsed but was now using in an entirely different way than he had rehearsed it. "Betty Elizabeth meant everything to him." |
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Seacraft sighed. "We know he was up there with her. We found footprints, but other than that, nothing. I've had a crew searching around down in the rocks at the base of the hill on the theory that one of the car doors might have come open and thrown him out. So far, we haven't found anything. The only way we could identify Mrs. Frazier was that one arm was torn off on impact. It didn't burn. Her jewelry was how we identified her." He said it before he thought, looked at Peggy and apologized. "Sorry, Miss Bowles, I wasn't thinking. Sometimes my wife tells me I get a little too graphic." |
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Charlie's mind was racing. Betty Elizabeth was dead, but what about his brother? As soon |
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