SARAH
Great. As if today couldn’t get any worse.
I take the card, forcing a polite smile. She’s the last person I want to be looking at right now, and I need to make sure—completely sure—that she knows it.
“Detective, huh?” I glance at the faded lettering, then back at her sweat-glazed forehead.
“Did something happen in the neighborhood?” I ask. “Must be the reason you’re going door to door in this heat.”
Her lips twitch. I can tell she’s trying to figure out if I’m being sarcastic. I am, of course, but she clearly doesn’t see that.
“I was in the neighborhood,” she says smoothly. My gaze shifts to the rickety Toyota in front of my house.
Durmont’s police department should be able to do better than this.
“I wanted to stop by and ask a few questions.”
“Questions? So something
