By the next morning, I was still contemplating Trish being on the bed-and-breakfast guest list as I parked my car in the lot attached to Anderson and Lainey's apartment complex.
It just didn't make sense.
But I also couldn't charge into the diner and demand answers. I had to use finesse when dealing with Trish. Everyone loved her. If I accused her of murder at our famous historical site, the town might turn on me.
I shut the car off and covered a sneeze. My hands were icy as I rubbed them together before stepping into the chilly Saturday morning. Couldn't the allergies at least give me a fever to heat me up?
To escape the cold, I jogged through the parking lot to Lainey's door and then ninja walked my way up the stairs, hugging the wall as best I could on the open staircase. No one
