10
“I got here as soon as I could,” I said, hurrying into Mrs. Janowski’s dining room.
Rand wasn’t about to let me go until we ironed out details for the purchases he was about to make. Because I was distracted, he threatened several times to dump me in a cornfield again.
I sat down next to Edna, which was probably a mistake. Her knitting needles were moving faster than pistons in a racing engine. “So, what happened?” I asked, flinching as she made a loop.
Mrs. Janowski sat on the edge of a chair opposite of us. “There was a disturbance at a campsite not too far away. I know it’s her. Ida always went there when she needed some air.”
“But she wouldn’t cause a disturbance,” Sylvia said. “Even when she’s tipsy, she doesn’t cause any problems.”
“Would Hank know where she camps?” I asked.
