“Larry,” I began again, “you should tell all this to the police.”
“I did! But they don’t care about the maps. They only care about whether I was an enemy of Drew’s, and I said, ‘It’s more complicated than that!’ ”
It sure is, I thought. Complicated in that I had the garden club showing up in less than an hour. Did I dare to glance at my watch? Wait, I thought, I have an idea. “More complicated?” I asked. Larry Craddock’s face turned furious as he nodded. “Is the issue complicated by a woman named Sandee Brisbane? Did Drew ever mention to you that he knew her?”
When Larry Craddock drew his face into a puzzled expression, his wrinkled forehead extended up into his bald head. “Sandy who? He knew a lot of girls, but I don’t think she was one of them.”
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