Killing Me Softly. Maggie Shayne

small smile pulled at her lips, though most of her was feeling pretty dire. Still, she had to admit, it was exciting, playing amateur detective again.

      She would have tucked the book into her purse, only she’d left it in the car. And that made her ask herself if she’d remembered to lock it.

      Hell, she wasn’t sure.

      Sighing, she moved through the living room, glimpsing the kitchen off to the right. It was white. Way too white. But she didn’t explore it further. Instead, she headed for the hallway to the left, which had to lead to the bedrooms. But she paused at an end table, noticing a framed photo there. A familiar one. It was the same one she kept on her nightstand. A shot of the two of them, her and Bryan, more than five years ago, when they’d been madly in puppy love, arm in arm, smiling into each other’s eyes. A candid moment Beth had captured without telling them. She’d sent an eight-by-ten to Dawn six months after she’d left. And apparently she’d given a copy to Bryan, as well. Hell, it was even in the same antique-looking pewter frame.