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thing we need to do is check
out the house while Sam and Claire are gone"
    Millie placed one hand on her hip. "And exactly what
do you think we're going to find, Sherlock Holmes?"
    "Who knows?" Trish answered, warming to the idea.
"I don't have a clue how to prove an accident, but
maybe if we can realistically recreate what happened,
or if we find something to prove there was no way Sam
could have murdered Susan, then we could share that
information with the attorney. He'll know what to do"
    "Trish, I don't think that's a good idea. We should just
wait to see what the attorney finds out. Besides, don't
you think the police have already covered every angle?"
    "Of course, I do, Edna," Trish replied sardonically.
"That's why Sam has been charged with murder."
    "Oh, I don't know, Edna," Millie said, considering the
idea. "Trish may be on to something. Regardless, what
harm can it do?"
    "Joe would kill me if he knew I went snooping in
Sam's house!"
    Millie looked at her pointedly. "Do you tell him everything ?"

    "Yes, I do!"
    Millie rolled her eyes. "Well, suit yourself. Count me
in, Trish."
    "Great. How about eight-thirty?"
    "And just how are you two planning on getting into
Sam's house?"
    "With the gardener's key." Millie said. The previous
year, Sam had spent a fortune landscaping his front and
back yards. It had proven too much for him to care for
on his own, and although Susan loved the gardens, she
hadn't wanted to be tied down to yard work to preserve
the intricate mixture of flowers and shrubs. Hence, they
had hired a professional gardener who came once a
week, just like clockwork, to maintain the magic.
    "Last chance, Miss Chicken. Are you going to come
with us, or not?"
    Edna looked at Millie and chewed on her bottom lip.
"Oh, all right, I'll join you. I still don't think it's a wise
thing to do, though" She didn't know what she was
going to tell Joe, but she couldn't sit at home while her
friends worked to prove Sam's innocence.
    Trish grinned and threw her arm straight out. "All
for one-"
    Edna giggled and clasped Trish's outstretched hand.
"And one for all!"
    Millie rolled her eyes and slapped at their hands.
"Ditto. Okay, it's settled. We'll meet at Trish's in the
morning. Now, we had better get inside before the neighbors think we're getting ready to streak or something.
Three silver-haired cronies standing outside at midnight
in their robes could cause severe indigestion."
    "My hair is not silver," Trish smirked.
    "It would be if you stopped putting color on it."

    Unfortunately, Trish thought to herself, Millie had a
point.
    "Is this legal?" Edna whispered, definitely having
qualms about what they were doing. She was crouched
behind Trish, who was bending down and searching for
the key Sam always left under the big rock by the back
door that led into the garage.
    "Got it!" Trish grunted as she pushed herself up.
    "Did you hear what I asked?"
    "Hush, Edna," Millie said, pushing her glasses up her
nose. "This isn't breaking-and-entering."
    "But we don't have permission, either."
    "Who do you think is going to file a complaintSam?"
    "Millie, you take a lot for granted, you old coot!"
Those were strong words, coming from Edna.
    "And you're a chicken!"
    "Shh! Would you two stop arguing? Look, the door is
already unlocked!"
    "Hmm ... I guess Sam forgot to check it last night.
Oh well, it just makes our job easier. Come on" Pushing her dark sunglasses on top of her head, her effort at
a disguise, Millie went through the door with Edna and
Trish following. Immediately they were enveloped in
complete darkness.
    Edna gasped, her nerves clearly already stretched thin.
    Trish said, "Millie, open that door again to let in
some light until I get the door to the kitchen open" No
one had thought to bring a flashlight since they would
be doing their snooping in broad daylight.
    "What if Sam locked the kitchen door?" Edna asked,
probably praying that he had.

    "He didn't," Trish