CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Kate wondered if Daryl was able to bring himself to go back home after the murder of his wife. There was no real timetable for grief; some would wait weeks before returning to the home where a loved one was killed while others had no problem with returning right away.
When she pulled up in front of the house, she saw Daryl’s mother sitting in a rocker on the front porch. She eyed Kate when she got out of the car and started up the sidewalk.
“Hello again,” Kate said as pleasantly as she could. “Is Daryl home?”
“He is,” the mother said. “But he’s very tired and understandably upset.”
“I understand,” Kate said. She approached the porch and slowly climbed the stairs. She then spoke in a low conspiratorial voice, hoping to sway the old woman. “This is not public knowle
