“I’m sure they’ll investigate. There’s going to be an autopsy.”
“What about his truck?”
“Dr. M didn’t say anything about that.”
“Well, if they look at it they’ll see it wasn’t him.”
“Usually the best way to solve these things is to find out who is actually responsible.”
Clarice wanted to go with Lella to Dr. M’s. He was distraught when they arrived. Lella unpacked the food and threw together a hot meal. None of them had eaten in a while, and that was what she knew how to do.
“Thanks to Rufus,” she said as they sat down. They all looked at the food as if it was a job to nourish themselves, and barely touched it.
“I was attached to Charlie,” Dr. M said. “I feel like I failed him.”
“You did not,” Lella said. “Where’s his truck, by the way?”
“The police have it.”
“What do you think w
