My husband’s dead. They say my best friend did it. I can’t believe it. Not Lisa. There’s no way she could have done something so terrible. I look around at her shaken family, her two devastated children and her shocked husband, as they watch the most important woman in their lives being arrested for murder… I always thought Lisa was the perfect wife and mother. We’ve been best friends ever since I moved to Dragonfly Close. Her children call me Auntie Vic, we’re always chatting, laughing, and sipping her homemade lemonade in our back gardens. She would never do anything like this. But then I remember the day I saw her at the coffee shop with Russell. That was the day I started watching her through the gap in my bedroom curtains and stole the key to her pristine house. I suspected she’d betrayed me, and maybe I was right. I don’t believe she killed my husband, but now I can make sure she pays for what she did to me…
