The Anzac biscuits are soft and chewy, and I roll off the couch and crawl across the floor to the bed to grab a handful.
‘I think it was one of us,’ Walter says. He’s standing at the window in front of Penny’s black gossamer curtains, which gives him a sort of Wicked Witch of the West vibe.
We all go silent and turn to look at him.
‘We’re the only ones who we know for sure were at the school,’ Walter says. ‘We had the perfect opportunity. Everyone’s thinking it, I’m just saying it.’
I must admit that the possibility had crossed my mind, but the concept is so ridiculous I can barely fathom it.
‘We all loved Ms Lovelace,’ Penny says finally. ‘Why would any of us hurt her?’
Walter shrugs. ‘Who knows? Maybe someone had a grudge, maybe she said something someone didn’t like, maybe it was an accident.’
Dimitri gives me a look that says: I know it wasn’t you. I return the look. If there’s one person who I’m sure didn’t do it, it’s Dimitri. He loves the show as much as I do and he never would have done anything that might have resulted in it being cancelled. That just leaves the other four.
But as I look around at my friends, some of whom I’ve known almost my entire life, the idea that one of them could be a killer is absurd…
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