“I think it was Bruce…” Jubilee nodded her head in the direction of the purple-clad professor, who was nervously playing with the edge of a rather large candlestick near the bookcase.
“No…he was with me in the Parlor when Boddy was murdered.” Steve tugged on the sleeves of his yellow coat. “Boddy was found in the dining room.”
“Well, we know it wasn’t me or Jube…we were dancing in the ballroom.” Bucky’s arm went protectively around her waist, tugging her closer. She could feel the hard press of his sidearm against her ribs. The revolver both she and Steve had told him to leave at home.
“Anyone bear witness to that?” Natasha poked her head into the middle of their tete a tete a tete, earning a dirty look from each of the trio. “Seriously, guys. You don’t have all the information. Believe me, Boddy had it coming…” She shot Steve a warning look before sauntering off, the beads on her red dress glinting in the light from the room.
“I saw her swiping a knife from the kitchen earlier…” Jubilee muttered under her breath. “Dunno where she’d hide it in a dress like that.”
“Boddy wasn’t stabbed,” Bucky interjected. “He was bludgeoned.”
“How do you know?” Steve asked, alarmed.
The other man shrugged. “Saw the body. He was bludgeoned.” He glanced over in the direction of the maid, Mrs. White. “And the maid just hid a wrench in that antique vase.”