Dee leans against the door as tears of gratitude fill her eyes. She slides down the wood to the floor and laughs as she shakes her head in disbelief. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Nobody understands her brother, but she does. He promised he would figure something out, then found a way to keep his word.
Peanuts. She laughs again. He killed him with peanuts.
Jesse sticks his head from his room. “You okay?”
“I’m great!” she says, sounding like Tony the Tiger in a Frosted Flakes commercial.
She wonders for a brief second if she should be worried about the investigation but dismisses the thought. The agent said it was just standard procedure. Otis died of an allergic reaction, and no one, other than her, would ever suspect it was Dick.
Pushing to her feet, she skips to Jesse and drops a kiss on his head before continuing to her room.
Heart dancing, she calls.
“Dickie, it’s Dee. Come this weekend. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
There’s no way she can repay him, but she is going to try, and she knows exactly how she is going to do it.