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“Really? Because it looks like you’re following me.”
Cassandra pointed over Margot’s shoulder at Derek Helms. “I was actually following him. The Masterson hot tub massacre is kind of a big story.”
“I noticed.”
“You’re working for Phoebe Masterson, aren’t you? Come on, just confirm it. It’s not like a secret or something.”
“Who I work for is none of your business.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, unless you’re working on behalf of your pal Harry Lee.”
“What does Harry Lee have to do with all this?” Margot asked her.
“I think you know. Word is, he wasn’t happy about the impending divorce.”
“Word from who?” Margot asked. Harry knowing about the divorce was news to her.
“I’d say a girl needs to protect her sources, but since Phoebe made a scene over the oyster bar by the pier, I don’t think I need to.”
“You are talking about the lighthouse?”
“Yeah, the fancy place next to Lefty’s Bar and Grill.”
“When did this happen?”
“What? I’m doing your legwork now?”
“Cooperate with me and maybe I cooperate with you.”
“Maybe?”
“I already agreed to an interview.”
“Okay, it was a week ago. Word gets around this town fast.”
“You know what she said?”
“Something about knowing where the bodies were buried.”
Margot shook her head and looked at her watch, she could probably get to The Lighthouse in time for the shift change and find someone who heard Phoebe’s rant firsthand.
“See you later Cassandra,” Margot said as she went around her and got in her car.
Margot drove off thinking, Phoebe lied to me again.
Chapter 8
For the second time today, Margot had good timing. She arrived after the lunch crowd left and before the dinner crowd showed up. Since it was a Saturday, there was still a smattering of customers, but the bar was empty, and the bartender was keeping himself busy washing glasses.
“Can I get you something?” he asked as he abandoned the glasses.
Margot ordered a light beer even though she was working—again, her exception for getting information from bartenders came into action. Light beer was a good choice since it was fairly cheap, she didn’t like it very much so it would be easy not to drink it, and even if she did, the alcohol content was low.
She put down a twenty, said, “Keep the change.”
“Thanks.”
“Were you here last Saturday?”
