After an angry Sheriff Lewis had chewed out the three of us for trespassing and tampering, yadda yadda yadda, we"d dived into a tasty late lunch. Forty minutes later, he"d left with a respect-the-law message and us wondering how he"d known to find us at the Sayers (he"d pleaded the Fifth). Then three suitably chastised souls trundled back to the Moone manse and a warm, sunny kitchen where we found Aunt Mat looking relatively relaxed.
Rey"s nattering and ill-tempered attempts at baiting, however, had soon worn thin on the sexagenarian, and hadn"t set that well with Linda and myself.
“I"d like to look at it.” Rey reached across the breakfast nook table for the diary our aunt had returned home with. The one we"d brought back rested alongside it.
Aunt Mat slammed the first volume on top of
