“Any idea who it was? Male? Female? Relative?”
Molly shook her head. “She never said, and I would never ask. Miss Martel didn’t approve of people prying into other people’s business.”
Chelsea had already deduced the head librarian was a reclusive woman with a very secret life.
After several more questions about the victim’s life and habits, Chelsea indicated she was finished.
Holt stepped forward. “Please keep the details of this discussion to yourself, Miss Brewster. This is an ongoing police investigation.”
“Because she was murdered?” Molly asked again. “Her nephew says it was murder. He’s told everyone in town.”
Holt’s jaw tightened. Chelsea thought he might have cracked a few teeth as he held in angry words until they were outside before muttering, “I’ll strangle Colby with my bare hands.”
“People were already speculating about the case,” she said to soothe him and because she was sympathetic to the nephew, who, unfortunately, was correct. “They would always wonder, even if we did conclude it was suicide.”
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