CHAPTER 43
SUNDAY MORNING. BUT there would be no sleeping in, no leisurely perusal of the morning paper, and no church today. Nate sighed. The truth is, he didn’t always make it to church, even on an ordinary Sunday. He’d have to repent. In the meantime, he turned his attention back to Cappy Johanson, determined to pin him down, but the man evaded his eyes and his queries.
“It’s a simple question,” Nate said. “What were you doing skulking around the neighborhood last night?”
“None of your damn business.” Cappy glowered at Nate and attempted to move past him into the dining room.
“Still, I’d like to know,” Nate persisted.
“I forgot something at home.”
“I didn’t see you carrying anything when you came back.”
“I wasn’t killing anyone, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” Cappy snapped in
