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"Fake driver's licenses?" Miranda was surprised.

"High school kids are a big market—so they can buy liquor," Harry said.

"How would you know that?" Miranda demanded.

"Oh—" Harry's voice rose upward.

"It's a good thing your mother is not here to hear this."

"Yes. It is." Harry agreed with Miranda.

"But why would Aysha kill Norman? He was her cover," Marilyn wanted to know.

"She didn't," Harry blurted out, not from knowledge but from intuition and what she had observed at Ash Lawn.

"Norman chickened out after Hogan's murder. White-collar crime was all right, but murder—well, he was getting very shaky. Aysha was afraid he'd crack and give them away. Ottoline, terrified that her daughter might get caught, really did strangle him. I'm sure the old girl's telling the truth about that, although we don't have any proof."

"So Ottoline knew all along." Harry was astonished.

"Not at first." Cynthia shrugged. "When Mike Huckstep's body was found, Ottoline got her first seismic wake-up call. When Hogan was killed, she had to have known. Aysha may even have told her. Like I said, Aysha denies everything and Ottoline confesses to everything."

"She killed to protect her daughter." Mim shook her head.

"Too late. And planting the weapon in Kerry's Toyota—that was obvious and clumsy."

"Then it was Aysha driving the motorcycle out from Sugar Hollow?" Harry remembered her close call.

"Yes." Cynthia finished off a chicken wing as the others chatted.

"You know," Mim changed the subject, "Ottoline was forever Aysha's safety net. She never let her grow up in the sense that the woman was never accountable for her actions. The wrong kind of love," Mim observed. "Hope I didn't do that to you."

Her daughter answered, "Well, Mother, you'd be happy to live my life for me and everyone else's in this room. You are domineering."

A silence descended upon the group.

Big Marilyn broke it. "So…?"

They all laughed.

" Didyou think it was Aysha?"l?ewter spoke with her mouth full.

" No. We just knew it wasn't Kerry. At least we were pretty sure it wasn't , "Tucker replied.

" I'm happy we're alive .''Murphy flicked her tail. " I don't understand why humans kill each other. I guess I never will ."

" You have to love them for what they are . "Tucker snuck over to sniff Pewter's plate.

Pewter boxed Tucker on the nose. " Watch it. I don't have to love a poacher !"

" You take so long to eat . "Tucker winced.

" Ifyou'd eat more slowly you'd enjoy it more ," Pewter advised.

They heard the vet truck pull up outside, a door slamming, then Fair pushed open the screen door. The friends, intent on their dinners, greeted him. Then one by one they noticed.

"What have you done?" Mrs. Hogendobber exclaimed.

"Curled my hair a little," he replied in an unusually strong voice. "Didn't come out quite the way I expected."

"Might I ask why you did it?" Harry was polite.

"Works for Blair." He shrugged. "Thought it might work for me."

The End

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