Chapter 38

"Maggie?"

Maggie looked up and frowned. "Do I know you?"

"I'm Isobel Spice. I was - "

"Right! You used to work for Sarah."

"Well, yes, but I was also in the murder mystery play at The Hostelry. I was the victim. I mean, I wasn't the real victim - we all know who that was - but I was the one who was supposed to get shot."

Maggie gasped. "Oh, my God, of course! Wow, sorry. I didn't recognize you out of context."

"That's okay. There was a lot going on that night. But, um, what are you doing here?"

"I was let go. Candy Harrison is a client of Sarah's. She knew I was out of a job and that Sarah needed help, so she made it happen."

"Oh, well, that makes sense," Isobel said, putting it together. "I mean, without the judge, there's not really a job, is there?"

Maggie squinted in displeasure. "I was let go before he died. That morning, in fact."

Isobel cocked her head, surprised. "But you were at the party."