Everything happened quickly. Jane and I jumped in the hatchback. Megan drove well over the speed limit. After we arrived at my place, Megan and I rushed inside, leaving Jane to see herself home. We had spent more time at Clara’s than expected. I scrambled to find my purse, which was hidden under my pillow. Then I grabbed my car keys, phone and Megan’s apple pie before running out the door. Megan hollered behind me, telling me she had been called into work because an employee called in sick.
It was no surprise finding Deputy Idris Underwood waiting under Teresa’s Bookstore awning when I pulled up. I braced myself for an interrogation. I hadn’t come up with a lame answer as to why Megan and I were a murder suspect house. My spur of the moment wits would have to do.
Instead, Underwood gave
