Juniper: Ohhh, stars. Shooting, flaming, fizzling stars, she knew. She only would’ve killed him if she was sure he was the guy. She complained to me about how noisy the kids were . . . She could’ve heard the whole thing go down.
Del: And you believe she’s turned to vigilante justice on their behalf?
Juniper: Nooooo. If she was worried about them, she could’ve burst in and confronted the killer at the scene.
And then she’d be a suspect, while the authorities went over the forensics and sorted out exactly what happened.
But if she heard a commotion and let it happen, not getting near . . .
. . . and then, afterward, clocked who the culprit was?
She’d have the ID of a guy she could slice to bits — secure in the knowledge that almost no jury would convict her for it.