CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Before Bill had driven very far along the carefully manicured paths, he began to feel a guilty pang. He had to remind himself that he had a job to do, and that he was dealing with a murder case.
I’m enjoying this too much, he realized.
Indeed, he felt like a college kid driving a new sports car. The only thing that bugged him was Jared’s nonstop chatter. Pretty soon Bill said to him …
“I think a caddy is supposed to stay quiet until he’s spoken to.”
Jared immediately fell into a sullen silence. Bill couldn’t get very concerned about whether he might have hurt the kid’s feelings. He really liked how quiet the cart’s electric motor was as they wound along a path beneath trees that arched overhead.
As he looked around, he saw that quite a few other people were out e
