Pauline answered the door in her nightgown, which surprised Cathy. While the newspaper publisher lived upstairs from the Buttercup Bugle office, she was an early riser, and it was already eleven o’clock.
Buttercup Bugle“Sorry to disturb you,” Cathy said, hoping that Pauline hadn’t been entertaining the sheriff, her younger boyfriend.
“No. Come in, Cathy. I have something to discuss with you. I’m a little lazy this morning. I was up late last night, speaking with Leroy.”
Cathy was sure that she’d been doing more than speaking with the sheriff. “Do you need some photos?”
Pauline stepped back as Cathy entered. She shook her white hair. A pencil was usually stuck in it, but today it was held back by a silver comb. Missing also was the gum she regularly chewed. “I’m fine with photos. I want
