Joel
It turns out a couple of grand doesn’t buy much loyalty. That’s how much I’ve given Gina’s father. First to marry his daughter and then to keep her from having to go back to Tennessee to take care of him. “I just want you to know,” she says as we watch the police cruiser park in our driveway, “I didn’t make those cookies.”
“Great.” I have to admit, I’m not really listening. I’m more concerned with how to get rid of Edward Baker, Pine Lake’s infamous police chief. Preferably before he sees his wife lying on my kitchen floor, dead.
“What I’m saying, Joel, is it wasn’t me trying to kill you.”
me “Okay.”
“I just thought you should know.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you even listening to anything I"m saying?” I watch as Ed Baker comes striding up our walkway. I’ve known the guy since I was a kid
