Ada heard the plane fly overhead and stopped work to walk outside. She glimpsed the cat before she lifted her gaze to search for the aircraft. Men or women leaped out, one after the other without hesitation. She shuddered. No way would she ever jump from a plane, even if there was a parachute attached to her back.
Her phone rang, and after a glance at the screen, she answered. “Hi, Sherry.”
“Oh, Ada,” her neighbor said. “Are you all right? The grapevine says you had trouble at your place last night. Everyone was talking about it today.”
“Huh, that didn’t take long,” Ada said, thinking the mailman had a big mouth. “I’m fine. Someone spray-painted the side of my shed. I took pics and sent them to the local cop. He’s been out to take photos too.”
“You didn’t hear anything?” Sherry asked,
