Ozzie rolled his eyes. “Sure. Go on.”
I grinned, enjoying their banter.
Chuckling, Ellis set the dill down and picked up the salt. “Bob said developers were sniffing around, wanting to turn it into a fancy hotel when Edna Myers died.”
“Why didn’t they?” Claire asked, a small frown on her face.
Shrugging, Ellis reached for a lemon and sliced it in half. “Bob didn’t know. All he said was the deal fell through, and since then it’s been vacant. Someone pays for upkeep on it. But no one’s lived in it since Edna died.” He squeezed the lemon, dribbling juice over the fish.
“Okay.” Ozzie drummed his fingers on the counter. “I’m not sure how that all relates to Moira’s death, but I’ll look into it.” He rubbed his brow. “I’m still missing an awful lot of pieces to this puzzle. Maybe it’ll help me find one or two.”
“Yeah, hopefully.” Ellis picked up the plate. “Now, let’s fire up the grill. I’m hungry.”
