Jane and I left after Stone reassured us he would be doing his own investigating. I felt more determined to find the killer, assuming both murders were committed by the same person. Solving the cases became paramount over keeping the bookstore open. It was personal. Based on Jane’s lack of talking, I sensed she felt the same as I did.
While driving back to my place, I thought about my hometown. The occasional crime consisted of trespassing, stealing lawn property, drama between spouses or neighbors, and drunks. Despite all of this, Sevier Oak was still considered a good place to live. It was even safe enough for people to leave their homes or vehicles unlocked overnight. People baked casseroles when someone came down with the flu too sick to cook, or when a farm animal escaped their pin,
