Chapter Eight
An hour later, Olive and I still hadn’t found any hard evidence that Deborah had killed her aunt. This was so frustrating! Twice, I’d been involved in investigations recently, and both times, figuring out the killer’s identity was the hardest part. It hadn’t been necessary to convince the police that Earl Parker and Professor Zimm were murdered: few people hit themselves in the back of the head or buried themselves in the woods.
I was sitting on the stairs in the foyer with my head in my hands when the front door opened. A familiar voice said my name. When I looked up, everything got brighter. Sam Green stood there, highlighted by sunlight that created a halo effect. Even without it, his light brown hair and crooked smile made him glow in my eyes.
Oh, I had it bad for this
