Shouldn't the maniac be on the sidelines, enjoying the show and gloating? Why would she get involved in these muddy waters herself?
Sophie Sullivan chuckled, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Don't you know I can go crazy?"
A vague idea surfaced in Amelia Shaw's mind, but she couldn't be sure.
"I can take this opportunity to help you get rid of Minimus Hart. Of course, if you don't want to, just pretend I never said it."
Get rid of Minimus Hart... Amelia Shaw was more than a little tempted, but she understood that there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Accepting this free, luxurious lunch from the maniac would surely come at a tremendous price, and she didn't know if she could bear it.
After much deliberation, Amelia Shaw tightened her grip on the rag in her hand. "What do you want me to help you with?"
"I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I come up with something."
