14
Whodunit?
Wembley was tooling down the freeway, headed back to Austin, when Bradley broke the silence. “So who did it?”
No one jumped to answer, and I was pretty sure I knew why. “Let’s get a head count. Who thinks the evidence points to Blaine?”
Wembley kept his right hand on the steering wheel and raised his left. Alex and I both raised our hands. Bradley kept on typing.
I wrinkled my nose. “And who thinks Blaine did it?”
Bradley stopped typing and raised his hand. He was the only one.
I groaned. “You’re probably right, Bradley. It just feels wrong.”
“If the clues lead to Blaine, Blaine did it.” Bradley paused. “Or the clues are false. Or we didn’t interpret the clues correctly.”
“So we need to disprove the clues or reinterpret them,” I said. “You’re right, Bradley. Sometimes
