The coroner’s van arrived shortly after, which was good because when Santiago told me I needed to stop talking to Summer about my dad’s visit to her house, I found it very hard to do anything else. The distraction of watching the coroner examine the bones and then carefully load them into her van gave me something else to focus on. For the moment.
But as soon as Savannah and Santiago loaded up the crates of bottles and Savannah headed back into town to catalog them, I couldn’t help myself. “My dad warned you not to disturb this barn?” I asked again.
“I didn’t know he was your dad, Paisley,” she said. “Maybe I should have thought of that because of the last name, but a lot of folks around here share a name and aren’t close kin. Just look at the Shiffletts.” She blushed as she looked over
