“Well, we’ll have to go back in a couple of weeks to pack up, but pretty much, we’re here to stay.”
“And you’ll help me look into Harris’s murder?”
Mart groaned. “You two are not helping.”
“Sure we are. Call us Harvey’s assistant sleuths.”
Another groan from Mart . . . and an echo from Taco who was getting very close to the “carry me” point. We picked up the pace.
We were just turning onto our block when I heard a vehicle start behind us. The street was pretty much empty of cars and people, as usual, so the bright headlights of what must have been a truck shone without obstruction. We kept walking as the truck got closer, but when it didn’t pass us, I started to feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Mart grabbed my hand, and I saw Walter drop Stephen’s – how awful to worry th
