Free A Witness in Disguise (Sarah Woods Mystery Book 10) by Jennifer L. Jennings

is considered one of the wealthiest areas of Bridgeport.  Lizzy and her husband must have some serious moola.”
    “ Plastic surgeons make big bucks.  His clients are probably mostly rich old women who expect him to make them look twenty again.  ”
    “A sucker born every minute,” I said .  “But hey, I’m starting to understand the lure of facelifts.  The promise of youth is quite the motivator.”
    He made a hand gesture for me to leave already .  “Stop talking like that.  Now go see if she’s home.”
     
    As I approached the Walker’s front door, it opened before I had a chance to knock.
    The woman standing there was in her late twenties with honey blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.  She was dressed in yoga attire and I could tell she was very fit.  She would have been attractive if it wasn’t for the obvious lip injections - must have been a present from her husband - another Angelina Jolie wannabe.
    “Can I help yo u?” she asked in a clipped tone, as if I’d interrupted something important.
    “Are you Elizabeth Walker?” I asked.
    Her eyes clouded over and a menacing expression emerged .  “What’s this about?”
    “My name is Sarah Woods .  My partner and I have been hired to look into the disappearance of your friend, Meagan Hart.  Do you have a few minutes to talk?”
    “Who hired you?”
    “Mark Gillespie,” I replied.  “I assume you know him.”
    “Of course,” Lizzy said .  “Meagan lived with him for months before they broke up.”
    I nodded, st ill waiting for her to invite me in but Lizzy’s gaze became unfocused, as if she’d suddenly lost herself in thought.  Finally, she snapped out of it and joined me outside on the porch, closing the door behind her.  For whatever reason, she had no intention of inviting me into her home.
    “How much do you know about what h appened on the night of April 3rd?” I asked her.
    She tilted her head solemnly.  “I know all the details.  Or, at least, what the police have told me.”
    “So then you know that Meagan had been dating a guy named Cliff Collins?”
    Lizzy hesitated.  “No, she hadn’t mentioned him to me.”
    “Are you sure?” I asked . 
    “ Yes, I’m sure,” Lizzy said, resolutely. 
    “When was the last time you spoke to Meagan?”
    After a long pause, she continued to stare at her feet.  “It was a few days before she was abducted.” When her eyes met mine, there was panic in them.  “Look, it’s been three months.  I know the statistics.  If Meagan hasn’t been found, then it can only mean …” She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, like it was something she’d learned from yoga to calm herself.  When she opened her eyes and looked at me, she had regained her focus.  “I’m sorry; I wish I could help, but …”
    “Look, Ms . Walker, is there anyone you can think of who might have wanted to hurt Meagan? That’s all I wanted to ask you.”
    “Of course not .  Meagan had no enemies, if that’s what you’re asking and, as far as I know, she had no stalkers.”
    “What about Meagan’s boss, Dr . Amos? Was she having problems with him? Sexual harassment type of stuff?”
    Lizzy’s eyes grew wide .  “The dentist? Not a chance.”
    “Well, had Meagan told you anything about getting a restraining order for someone she felt threatened by?”
    Lizzy only shook her head, as if her tongue had stopped working.  I waited for her to say something, but she remained silent.
    Why did she seem so defensive and paranoid? I folded my arms across my chest and gave her a serious look.  “What’s going on, Lizzy?”
    She snapped her head up .  “Meagan’s the only one who can call me that.”
    I put my hands up in defense .  I sighed, trying to temper my frustration.  “Okay, Ms. Walker, I’ll get out of your hair but one last thing if I may? Do you know someone by the name of Graham Taylor?”
    Lizzy stared at me with what I perceived as genuine curiosity, her anger