“Where’s Rhona?” asked Astrid.
“She went yesterday to visit a sick friend,” said Terrence. “She’ll probably be away for a few days.”
“Strange,” said Astrid. “She usually tells me things like that.”
Terrence wished she’d leave. He had to invite her inside. He had to act normally. Thank goodness he’d cleaned up the mess in the kitchen where Rhona had been baking when the deed was done. It hadn’t been more than quarter of an hour since he’d killed Rhona. The body in the back of the car would still be warm.
Astrid volunteered to go into the kitchen to make coffee. “Sure,” said Terrence.
A few minutes later Astrid called out from the kitchen.
“Do you want me to take the cake out of the oven?”
“What cake?” answered Terrence.
“Well it hasn’t been in the oven for any longer than 25 minutes.”
Terrence now has two bodies to get rid of.