An emerald necklace drew the eyes to her cleavage, barely held in check by the gown. It looked as if she took a deep breath, those assets would burst ...rom their fabric prison.She sat at her usual place at the long table, at the last seat, turning her back on anyone who would try to draw her into conversation. Her maid, Mathilde, was the only one she would talk to. Mathilde fussed over her mistress, bringing her a platter of the tenderest meats, giving her the tastiest of the cheeses and coaxing. Sara had on a what I gathered was standard for the Colonial Puritan period. Her full-length black dress was covered by a waist length black jacket highlighted with white lace and large white wrist cuffs. Her outfit was completed with a starched white bonnet, a high-collar white bib fastened with a narrow black ribbon tied around her neck in a simple overhand bow and a she wore a white apron typical of her times.We've all seen movies and attended plays about Puritan New England and their way of. You know the Sheriff already asked me lots of questions.’ ‘I know. Yes, iced tea would be fine.’ Jordan answered her. The woman returned shortly with two beverages. She handed one to Jordan, smiled and said, ‘Please make your self comfortable. You don’t look like an FBI agent, a pretty young thing like you.’ ‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’ She sat on the couch and pulled a micro-recorder from her small handbag. ‘I’d like to record our conversation if you don’t mind. It’s so I can refer to. Martin had been hitting on a student while others were saying she was sleeping with another member of the faculty. More than a few rumors claimed that Carolyn had been seen ‘making out’ with Pat Baker herself. Pat and friends had also figured something else out. All the rumors seemed to have ties back to . . . ‘Thomas-fucking-Brazier,’ Keith growled. There were seven of them now, standing outside the front door of the school. Keith, Pat, Gail and Todd had been joined by Benga, Sally and Arthur.