slept wrong the night before and her lower back was killing her. âMaybe Rick and Gail Evans worked together to kill Jack. Each of them does have a motive.â
Libby raised an eyebrow. âInteresting theory. The family that kills together, stays together? An exercise in family bonding?â
âWell, it is possible. It has been known to happen. Look at Bonnie and Clyde.â
âI donât think they were married.â
âThe Macbeths?â
Libby groaned. âJust stop.â
âAll Iâm saying is that what I suggested is within the realm of possibility.â
âAgreed. However there is one small glitch. Gail wasnât there.â
âA mere detail,â Bernie said.
âHowever, Rick Evans was there, putting on quite the performance, accusing Marvin the way he did.â
âIndeed he did. Itâs like he wanted people to forget that he was the person who developed the idea for the reenactment. He was the person who knew all about the arrangements.â
âAnd he was the person who arranged for the costumes,â Libby said.
Bernie went over to the counter and turned on the radio. Music helped her focus. âWe should talk to Rick and Gail.â
âWhy both of them?â Libby asked as the timer went off for the pies.
âBecause maybe Gail knows something.â
Libby snorted. âSheâs not going to tell us.â
âShe might if sheâs approached in a low-key informal way.â
Libby got up, turned the oven off, took the pie crusts out of the oven, and lined them up on the cooling racks. âPerfect,â she said, looking at the golden, flaky crusts.
âYes, they are.â Bernie inhaled their aroma. âAnd they smell wonderful. You know, I have an idea.â
âDonât tell me.â
âYouâll like this. Okay you wonât like it, but I think I have a way to get Gail to talk. She has a standing appointment for a mani-pedi at La Dolce Vita at eleven every Tuesday . . . and today is Tuesday.â
âYouâre telling me this, why?â Libby asked.
Bernie grinned. âBecause I think you should go. It would be the perfect opportunity to chat her up.â
âWhy canât you go?â Libby demanded. âExcessive grooming is your specialty.â
Bernie raised an eyebrow. âExcessive grooming? I think Iâm going to ignore that.â
âSeriously, why do I have to go?â
âBecause while youâre talking to Gail, Iâm going to be poking around in the Evansâs house.â
âWhy?â Libby asked.
âYou said it yourself. Rick seems way too anxious to point a finger at Marvin. I want to find out why.â
âWhat are you looking for?â
âEvidence.â
Libby rolled her eyes. âCould you be a little more specific?â
âNo.â
Libby sniffed. âThatâs because you donât know what youâre looking for.â
âUntrue,â Bernie shot back.
âHereâs what I think. I think I should search the place and you should get the mani-pedi.â Libby stared at her sister. âHowâs that?â
Bernie shook her head. âSorry, but that wonât work.â
âWhy in heavens not?â Libby protested.
âBecause, Libby, for openers, youâre Marvinâs girlfriend and I am not.â
âSo what?â
âSo Gail will be more likely to talk to you.â
âHow do you come up with that? Iâd think it would be just the opposite.â
Bernie flicked a speck of flour off of her tank top. âAnd you would be wrong. Itâs called bonding.â
âBonding?â Libby repeated.
âYeah. In a manner of speaking. Youâre going to tell Gail how upset you are that Marvin did what he did and how upset he is about the incident. Youâre going to talk about what a terrible accident it was and how youâre going to miss Jack Devlin. Poke in