CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Throughout the morning and early afternoon, text messages kept popping up on Avery’s phone from O’Malley and Connelly. “Did you figure out the riddle yet?” “Where are you on Venemeer’s friends?” To top it off, the morning paper had another article on the harbor murder and the anonymous note from the killer. Avery had tried to clear her mind of everything. I’m here with my daughter, she thought, who I never see. On my day off. Still, it was nearly impossible not to think about the case.
By one o’clock, Rose was tanning on the balcony.
“Hey!” she called out. “Wanna grab some lunch?”
Avery’s mind blared out: Lunch!? You can’t have lunch. You’ve got a killer on the loose. How much longer is this going to go on? Bonding time is over.
“I don’t think so,” Avery said, “I need
