“Thank you for your time,” Alan said, pocketing his knife and wrapping the note around the piece of clothesline.
Iris smirked. “Should I call Mrs. Collins to let her know you’re coming over?”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“I was kidding.”
From there, we walked next door. Mrs. Collins was home and confirmed everything Iris had told us about her visit on Saturday night. As we left, she said, “I know Iris can be bombastic and a pain, but she’s got a good heart. She wouldn’t have had anything to do with Norma Willows’ murder, I promise.”
“After talking with you, I agree,” Alan replied.
“Do you?” I asked on our walk back to the sheriff’s office. “I mean, do you think Iris didn’t kill Norma?”
“Yes. Don’t you?”
“Yep, or nope, or whatever. Yes, I agree with Mrs. Collins and nope, I don’t think
