Chapter Eight
We didn't need a formal neighborhood watch, we had our unique version. My neighbors had eagle eyes. I walked to the mailboxes by the clubhouse and admired the colorful shrubbery clothed in fall glory that sprinkled the park-like landscaping. Two large oaks that sporadically floated leaves in a graceful offering shaded the centrally located mailboxes. Beverly and Nathan a retired white-haired Doctor who keeps an eye on the neighborhood joined me in seconds.
"Tell us all about it." Nathan eyed me, checking to see if I was in one piece probably.
"Not much to tell, newspaper says I’m most likely Drake’s killer, a bomb threat was phoned into the hotel, bomb squad was called and I was sent home. I’m hoping I still have a job, and a career, let alone not jailed for murder wh
