According to the shop owner Mac interviewed over the phone, Norton requested a mix and wasn’t too happy to hear perch was all he could get. It must have taken him hours to fake the mink infestation. The process left him so behind on his housework that he wasn’t ready for the guests and had to make a last-minute trip to the market.

“The thing about deductive reasoning is that it isn’t about finding big flashing arrows, but quiet attempts at diversion.” Like Carson’s shifting attitude about having Tim at the wedding, I thought. Like Norton’s insistence the trapper was bad news. “You brought Billy Bloom out here for a reason,” I said. “A distraction, maybe, or to protect someone. The question, of course, is why?”

Philip Norton didn’t move and didn’t breathe as he waited to hear what I’d say next.

“Now Flynn—” I pivoted to face him. “He was quick to blame Abella. She was a stranger to all of you except Ned. That makes her a convenient scapegoat. Flynn tried to persuade us Jasper was using Abby for sex, while she was using him to get a job that would allow her to stay in the States. Flynn insisted Abby found Jasper out after they arrived here, and subsequently took her revenge. But there isn’t a shred of evidence to support that claim. Yes, she was in bed with Jasper last night. Yes, his blood was on her clothes. But Abella’s been actively searching for a job.” I glanced at Ned. “I believe she loved Jasper and wanted their relationship to work. She had no reason to kill him, and as we’ve already established, she didn’t kill herself.”

Everywhere I looked, faces stared back at me. Riveted. Afraid. “You’ve been trying to pull us in different directions, all of you,” I said, hitting my stride. “Accusing each other of lying and cheating. Incriminating your family and so-called friends. You’ve all got cause to be angry with Jasper. Take Jade. She thinks she’s in love with him and is furious he doesn’t feel the same way. She’s been spying on Jasper and Abella, and trying to get between them. That’s why she told everyone he planned to propose. Her hope was she could ruin the relationship. She wanted Jasper’s attention all for herself.”

Jade’s lips quivered as I spoke. Here was a girl who’d spread rumors about the Sinclairs for her own entertainment. Now she looked helpless and lost. What she’d done was finally sinking in. Emotionally exhausted, the girl rested a heavy head on her father’s shoulder and closed her eyes.

Miles stiffened. “If you’re suggesting my daughter—”

“I’m suggesting her teenage bullshit damaged this investigation. But I’m not concerned about Jade anymore. I’d rather talk about Bebe.

“Bebe,” I said, “did something even more astonishing. She tried to pin a murder on the victim himself by suggesting Jasper faked the scene and fled the island. I was sure you and Flynn were in it together,” I told Jasper’s sister. “You need the money. Without a bailout, you’re screwed. Maybe you’re screwed either way—but you weren’t about to let your little brother, the family golden boy, walk off with what remains of Camilla’s fortune. Yes, Bebe wanted to conceal the fact that she’d slept with Ned, but it’s Camilla she’s trying to deceive. What you did with Ned would likely destroy any remaining possibility Camilla might leave you some money—a delusion, in my opinion,” I said to the woman, “but I guess a girl can dream. I’m sure you were concerned about Flynn’s reaction. You knew he’d been violent with Jasper—there’s no way you didn’t see that growing up in a house with them—and taking Ned from him was the most egregious of acts. But you were fully dressed when Wellington and I found you upstairs in the hall. You’d even had time to put on your pearls. That means you couldn’t have strangled Abella, and you don’t have the strength to get Jasper out of the house anyway.