“As much as I wish that were true, Livy’s usually home at this time of day.” Jemma glanced around. “Where is the little Livysaurus?”
“Next door baking cookies with Mrs. Nagy,” I replied.
Jemma put her hands to her hips. “Then why aren’t you doing somevery privateinvestigating with Wyatt?”
“Because we’re supposed to be investigating Freddie’s murder,” I reminded her. “You know, to keep Mr. Nagy and me out of jail.”
I’d already told her via text messages about my status as a suspect.
Jemma dropped her purse on a kitchen chair and came closer to check out the whiteboard. “No reason why you can’t mix business with pleasure.”
“Can we focus, please?” I pleaded.
“We need to figure out if Minnie has an alibi for the time of the murder,” Theo said.
“Excellent idea.” One I could definitely get behind.
Theo started toward the door. “Let’s go talk to her now.”
“All of us?” I asked, no longer so sure of the merits of the plan. “We don’t want her realizing that we suspect her.”
“She won’t suspect anything if we act casual.” Theo zoomed out into the hallway.
Jemma practically pushed me out of the apartment.
I hurried to lock the door behind us. “What, exactly, are we supposed to say? If we ask where she was at the time of the murder, it’ll be obvious that we suspect her.”
“Don’t worry,” Theo said, boarding the elevator. “I’ve got an idea.”
Somehow that worried me more than ever.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Theo knocked on the door to Minnie and Yolanda’s second-floor apartment.
“What’s the plan?” I whispered.
“Just follow my lead,” she said.
I sent an uneasy glance at Jemma, but she appeared unconcerned.
The door opened before I had a chance to voice any misgivings.
“Yes?” Yolanda took in the sight of the three of us. She was a tall and wiry woman with fair but weathered skin, short brown hair, and brown eyes. She didn’t smile at us, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen her smile. While Minnie was friendly and talkative, Yolanda—in my experience—liked to keep to herself.
I forced a smile and tried to come up with a greeting, but whatever words I might have settled on dried up in my throat. There was something about Yolanda’s penetrating stare that I found intimidating.
“Hi, Yolanda,” Theo said, sounding completely natural and casual. “Is Minnie in?”
“Not right now,” she replied, her words clipped.
“Do you know where we can find her?”
Yolanda’s eyes narrowed. “What’s this about?”
“We have some questions about art,” Theo said.
