For the second time that day, a street in St. Marin’s was closed off, and the entire police force of the county was on site. Fortunately for the store, most of the police activity was behind the building, so we’d stayed open and available for customers who just needed a place to rest or be distracted. But by the end of the day when the Chinese food had been delivered, courtesy of Rocky and her mom, we were all frazzled, exhausted, and full of questions.
“So this person really has something to hide? And Deputy Williams must have been on to it, you think?” Mart asked between mouthfuls of Lo Mein.
“Seems to be the case. Or at least the murderer thought she was on to it,” Woody added.
I swallowed my bite of General Tso’s chicken and said, “So we think it’s the same person?”
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