Once again, Jane and I were escorted outside. After Underwood put the stuffed teddy-bear in an evidence bag, he marched us to the front door while making a phone call. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t stay inside. It wasn’t like the bear was a bomb. When I voiced the question, Underwood wouldn’t answer.
I stood in the same spot as yesterday. Jane looked like she wanted to stand by me, but changed her mind and waited near the bookstore’s entrance. Old Treasure’s awning did nothing against the sun’s heat. I felt bad for Jane standing in direct sunlight. She had to be sweaty— again— in that suit. I felt hotter just by looking at her.
Tires squealing pulled my attention to Copper Street. A cop car came to a halt behind Underwood’s police cruiser. Sheriff Estep hopped out. He marched up to
