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LATER, AFTER DANA HAD calmed down from that pseudo-kidnapping ordeal, she sat in the comfort of her home at the Victorian with her MacBook on her lap and tapped in some information in the Google search engine.
She had a cup of steaming hot sweet and creamy French Vanilla cappuccino by her laptop and a freshly baked croissant.
Earlier, she’d managed to reassure Katie when she’d mentioned about the kidnapping that everything was all right. Katie had freaked out when Dana told her and was about to march down to the police station and get the cops involved. But Dana assured her that she would tell Troy later and that her life was not in any danger. Right now, Dana had to find the real killer of Carlos and that meant focusing her energy on the search. Time was crucial at the moment.
“Hey, cuz. You’re still up?”
“Yup. I’m trying to figure out this puzzle.”
“Speaking of puzzles. Your last blog was a huge hit. The girls at the café were talking about it. Imagine that. Four suspects and the blind man was the killer.”
“Oh, that one. Of course, it was a blackout when the murder was committed.”
“And no one else could tell where the victim was except her jilted lover who happened to be blind, because he had the advantage over the others. He was used to using his other senses in the dark.”
Dana’s body tensed.
“That’s it.”
“What’s it?”
“He had the advantage over the others. Thank you, Katie.”
“For what? You wrote the blog. Don’t you remember?”
“Yes, but sometimes we need reminders about certain pieces of information. I’m just checking up on one more thing to fit all the pieces together. I have to be darn sure, you know. This is a murder investigation, not a made-up mystery riddle.”
Katie shrugged then gathered her cup and went upstairs to bed, leaving Dana alone in the living room to finish up her work on the computer.
She keyed in the information about Gigi, her love interests, and Carlos, and tried to piece together the puzzle. Truffles crawled on her lap and she tried not to think about what Katie had said the other night, then a smile curled her lips. Even if that was so and she believed in reincarnation, that would be the sweetest thing. But who really knew. Talk about mysteries. The universe itself was one huge mystery.
Then it all stared her in the face. The pieces of the puzzle.
Yet, she wasn’t feeling any better.
So Terry wasn’t telling the whole truth.