CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Nash showered and put on one of the additional shirts, vests, and pair of jeans he had brought with him.
As he dressed, he made a mental note to try and find a clothing store in Albany. The way things were going, his idea of a day or two investigation was starting to look more like a week. He would need new clothes just in case of more incidents.
After several coffees, he considered himself good to go.
Mrs. Marshall had taken charge of his dirty clothes and said she would take them to the dry cleaners for him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell him when they would be ready until after speaking with Mrs. Wellington at the dry cleaners.
A sound outside made Nash look out of the window, which overlooked the driveway. Unfortunately, the angle was wrong, and he couldn’t
