After driving Trenton Sterling to the Salisbury airport to catch a puddle-jumper to Philadelphia and then on to Toronto, Drayco headed to Beth Sterling’s house. Nelia was in her usual deputy brown when she greeted Drayco at the door.
He said, “Here I was expecting our resident literary lawman and instead I find his most capable and comely assistant. Is the good sheriff tired of swatting the pesky P.I. fly?”
Nelia reached around the door and held out a fly swatter, grinning. “Sailor had a meeting with the Chairman of the County Board of Supervisors. Sends his regards.”
She returned the swatter to its hook. “He filled me in on your suspicions regarding Beth Sterling’s accident. What is it you’re looking for today?”
“I’m not entirely sure. Maybe something we missed last time. At the very
