Sonya knelt down beside the plants, observing the length and breathe of the patch. Her hands traced it as suspicion creeped into her mind.
"Brenda, come over here. It looks like someone dug here a few days ago. It is fresh," Sonya said, motioning for Brenda to come and see.
Brenda arched a brow as she hummed, "Hmmm, this might be the work of the gardener, some flowers are fresh too and some are withered. It must be that they transplanted it," she touched a flower before dropping her hand to her side.
"There is no harm in checking. Everyone in this house is a suspect, Bee wouldn't have been able to do anything alone if she didn't have help. And how she escaped is a proof of that," Sonya stood up and left the spot to find a shovel to dig the ground with.
Brenda stayed behind to wait for her. She took off the jacket she wore over her green hanging top. The sky rumbled and she looked up with a frown.
