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“Truth be known,” Riley said, “Tidwell called because he wanted me to relay a message to you.”

“A message for me?” Theodosia pretended to be puzzled.

Riley chuckled. This wasn’t his first rodeo. He could see right through her.

“Do you want to hear the actual message word for word or just the general gist of it?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” Riley said.

“Okay, maybe just float me the basic premise.”

“Actually, I’m going to clean it up and condense it a bit. What Tidwell wanted was for me to warn you about getting involved in Josh Morro’s murder.”

“That was sweet of him,” Theodosia said.

“Don’t be snarky,” Riley laughed.

“The thing is, Riley, this guy Morro was electrocuted right in front of my eyes. Sparks flew, wires glowed red, and an entire room full of people—all witnesses, I might add—gasped en masse. And then they all pretended to be clueless when it was quite apparent that someone there had murdered Morro. So I have to say I’m more than a little bit involved.”

“Theo, you know exactly what Tidwell was referring to. He doesn’t want you to get pulled into the investigation. Or, more to the point, he doesn’t want you to insert yourself into the investigation.”

“The thought had barely crossed my mind.”

“There’s that snarkiness again.”

Theodosia exhaled loudly. “Riley, if you could have seen that poor man. I mean, it was pure tragedy, like something of out a B horror movie. Morro was writhing on the floor while mega-volts of electricity zapped through him. It was like…well, like an execution by electric chair.”

“That sounds a trifle dramatic.”

“Because it was dramatic! And, besides, who knows how to rig up a chair like that? I mean, wires were wrapped around it like something you’d see in a torture chamber. I don’t think that kind of know-how comes from reading old editions of Popular Mechanics.”

“Probably not. Which means it was someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“You mean a clever killer?” Theodosia said.

“I would say so, yes. So I second Tidwell’s notion of leaving it well alone.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Probably.”

“Okay, then, wish me luck and try to stay out of things, okay? And when I get back we’ll go out for a fancy dinner. Maybe Husk or the Quinte.”

“Mmn, raw oysters. Sounds like a plan,” Theodosia said.

“Okay, sweetheart, sleep tight.”

“You, too.”

Theodosia turned off her phone, then nibbled at her dinner. Halfway through her second scone, she turned her phone back on and googled the IMDb website. Then she looked up Josh Morro’s filmography.

His film credits were impressive to say the least. Second unit director on two feature films, Basil’s Countdown and Three Crickets. Then director on two more feature films, Storm Cloud Horizon and Shadow Girls. Plus, there was TV work in there as well.

Interesting. So who would want Josh Morro dead?

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