'Of course it's related!'
'But so what?'
'Is Shirley Thorne going to admit it?'
'Absolutely not!'
'Josephine Grant and the others were planning to burn her alive!'
Shirley Thorne was no saint, and she wasn't about to let them off the hook so easily.
'Just a little shock... That was only an appetizer!'
She leaned against the second-floor railing, her eyes filled with disdain and her expression cold. "There was an accident at the hotel," she said faintly, "but instead of seeking out the person in charge, you're coming after me—a customer who was nearly a victim. What kind of logic is that?"
"Mr. Grant, I know this is your wife's business, but that's no reason for you to cover for her!"
A wave of understanding passed through the crowd.
What Shirley Thorne said made perfect sense.
Susan Langley and Warren Grant were husband and wife. Regardless of how dirty their private affairs were, to outsiders, they were a single entity.
