I’m just back from Killer Nashville, where I learned that a) just as I suspected, the maid was the killer and b) I need an Author website and blog (hence this website and this blog!).
The conference was terrific. I met so many talented authors and got the opportunity to participate in a (fake) crime scene investigation. A retired police chief staged a crime (complete with a blood-spattered mannequin in the bed) in room 224 of our hotel, and the conference attendees competed to determine the murderer and the motive (aided by videotaped interrogations of the first responders and persons of interest). I’m happy to say that I correctly guessed that the maid killed him in order to cover up her theft of the $57,000 he kept in cash in a bedside shoebox. (He had just broken up with his cheating wife and emptied their bank account.) For a while, the hooker he invited over was looking good for it, but luckily she went straight to a bachelor party and so had a great alibi. Yes, it was deliciously tawdry and convoluted!