Waterford Case

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As Elaine walked home from the trial that afternoon, she tried to put her finger on it, ran back in her mind over the months that saw it develop from a stray thought into the headlines and the afternoon additions just hitting the stands.

Son guilty of father's murder, Richard Waterford Jr. to die in chair. Waterford Air guilty. And for the life of her, she couldn't remember exactly when the idea was actually born. Certainly that day at the beach club with Dick and Margaret had little to do with it.

Although it was in her mind even then, and she walked toward them wondering what they were saying. Oh, that water's cold. Dick, you're all wet. Top, people are looking for you. Love you, Margaret Winters.

Well, is that bad? No. No, it's too good to be true. I mustn't worry about Waterford Senior. That's not as tough as his growl. He'd do more than growl if he could see you now.