“Back away. Now!”
The man wouldn’t budge.
Leslie saw Clive’s hands turn into fists.
Have to get to Caroline. Now. He took a deep breath, and, with both hands pressed firmly against Clive’s chest, pushed him through the pub’s front window. If Leslie weren’t in such a desperate state, he would have appreciated the look of amazement on Clive Langdon’s face as he tumbled backwards into the pub.
He raced on. 17: An Awkward Conversation
Slowly, the unlocked bathroom door opened.
“We might as well dispense with formalities,” Caroline said. “Come on in, Winnie, or do you prefer Miss Winifred Fain, heiress to the Armstrong fortune?”
“Either is fine,” Winnie said and calmly walked over and perched on the toilet by the tub, her eyes not straying from Caroline. “That was rather foolish, signing your name. What possessed you?”
“I like things to be above board. Out in the open. Woman to woman so to speak. Wanted you to know I knew you’d murdered three innocent people.”