Becky and Adrienne had been very close; I reminded myself. Adrienne always spoke very highly of her and had filled my ears more than once with stories of their time spent together with the kids. Adrienne would’ve told me if there’d been any animosity between them, and besides, Becky had no reason to want my wife dead.
We barely knew each other back then, Becky and I, so there hadn’t been any time for her to grow an attachment and get ideas. She’d been almost as broken up about Adrienne’s passing as I’d been that I’d seen with my own eyes. This had to be someone’s idea of a joke, a tasteless one at that.
So why is there a niggling doubt in the back of my mind? Why do I feel like something’s about to jump out at me? Is it normal for life to have this many twists and turns in such quick succession? Why did this all start happening here lately? If I didn’t know better, I’d think this whole thing was a concentrated effort on someone’s part. But who? The Russos? For what reason? What could they possibly have against Becky? Against us?