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Sheriff Mason had been all business when he’d arrived a few moments later. He took Cate’s statement and then mine about what I’d discussed with Henri. Then, he asked all of us if we might know where Ollie was.
Oddly enough, no one did. St. Marin’s is a very small town, so while we may not know the minutiae of each other’s days, we did usually know where each of us was likely to be at a given time. Pickle, Henri’s husband’s best friend, for instance, would likely be at the wings place down in Salisbury nursing one beer while he watched a baseball game. Max Davies, the owner of the French restaurant in town, was at his restaurant every Friday since that was often the biggest sales day of the week and he didn’t trust his staff to manage without him. Elle, our friend who owned the local fa
