No matter how talented, exceptional, or beautiful Belinda was, she couldn’t be allowed to destroy everything.
That Belinda was buried on her own property was somehow fitting. Everyone knew how much she cared about Curtains Up. Now, her beloved estate would be her final resting place. But there would be no headstone. No one was going to leave flowers on her grave, because no one was going to find her. The cave where Belinda now lay wasn’t even on the map of the property.
Even if that shoe of hers was found, it wouldn’t necessarily lead to Belinda. These woods were too dark, too dense.
Yes, Belinda was taken care of, but that damned e-mail was still hanging out there. There was still no response from Brightlights this morning.
Brightlights, the irritating loose end.