CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“AFTER YOU.” SHERIFF Ketchum did his best to tuck in his pregnant-woman belly for Connie to enter the small doorway of the Edgemere diner.
The place smelled of meatloaf, macaroni and cheese and ham sandwiches.
Old men with sweeping beards and cowboy hats, watched Connie as they munched on summer sausages and chili.
An elderly woman sat at the counter, throwing Connie glances over her newspaper.
Sheriff Ketchum escorted Connie to the counter, greeting everyone in the place by his or her first name.
“Hey, Sheriff.” A freckle-faced waitress with unkempt curly, brown hair and a pencil behind her ear chewed strawberry-scented gum. “Want your usual?”
“No, here on business.” He gestured to Connie. “This is Detective Connie Wilks from the Baltimore Police. She works homic
