CHAPTER 20
It certainly is a good thing you’ve got a crack civilian detective working on this case,” I greeted Tom Schulz when he answered his phone. “Although she can be difficult, she comes up with remarkable info.”
“Goldilocks? ’Zat you? Must be.”
“Such enthusiasm.”
“Hey,” said Schulz, “besides close you down, what did I ever do to you? Except be nice? Don’t give me a hard time. Let’s start over.”
With as much patience as I could muster, I told him about my conversation with Vonette. Then I asked, “What did you find out from the neighbor and the doctor? About the day Laura died?”
“Not a whole lot. She saw the doc when she went into town.”
“What did he see her for?”
“Routine visit, so he says. Not much more I can go on than that. The neighbor heard a car, not a gunshot. But I did
