“Murdoch lost it. He f*****g flipped out, totally. They were in the park late at night, and he dragged her into some bushes, and strangled her. It was late autumn, so he was wearing gloves, and he took the pictures with him, of course.”
“Was there a trial?”
“Nope. Not enough evidence.”
Sarah paused. “The friend from the restaurant would have had copies of the pictures, right? Wouldn’t they be able to testify to the blackmail plan? She'd at least be able to say that she saw the pictures, and she knew about the plan. Isn’t that motive for him to hurt your Mom?”
“Sure. Except for the fact that this woman claimed that none of that ever happened.”
“Len Murdoch got to her.” Sarah touched his chest, knowing that she was right. “Paid her off. Bought her silence.”
“Sure did. She quit her wait
