I’M LYING IN BED, TRYING to wrap my mind around the events of the last twenty-four hours. Helen assures me that they’ll be done with the crime scene no later than Monday afternoon, and Nate said, even though there was a lot of blood on the staircase, he’d have no problem cleaning it or the upstairs landing. The news of the murder was reported on the Myerton Gazette’s website, but there was no mention of the Myer Mansion, Fairy Tales and Frights, or even Larry’s name. If the full truth can just wait until after Halloween—
“Darth Vader’s March” alerts me that my mother is calling. Helen has scolded me on more than one occasion for having this as my ringtone for her, but I insist that it is important that I know it is her calling so I can psyche myself up to answer.
Having done so as much a
