Chapter 7“Any idea,” Jesse asked, leaning down to examine the threatening letters from the train robbery, which were once again spread across the sheriff's desk in the jail building, “why they decided to celebrate Founder's Day in September? There are a number of dates they could choose, but not one of them is in that month.”
Dylan reversed a letter with a newspaper clipping and frowned as the move provided no insight. If only I could concentrate. “Since when has Ilse Jackson let a little thing like a fact get in the way of her plans? Though I have to admit, mid-September is a fine time to have an outdoor event. It won't be so hot then, but the winter will still be a long way off.”
“You're right,” Jesse agreed, “much as I hate to give that little cat credit for anything. Hey, how about i
