Chapter 22
Before you could say “snow,” I’d grabbed my jacket and plunged through the door that led from the kitchen to the out-of-doors. Marla called after me, but I ignored her.
The night Larry Craddock and Neil Tharp had been fighting in the MacArthurs’ driveway, what exactly had been the last thing Larry had said? I remembered now.
Then go ask the girl! You stupid dumb bastard! Force her to give it to you before I kick your butt over this cliff!
Go ask the girl, indeed. Only someone hadn’t wanted the girl to be asked.
It was my guess that the sheriff’s department hadn’t been able to find footprints at the Upshaws’ place because it had been snowing too hard to register any. Yet this was where the snowball had come from all right, with a knife inside, too. I was willing to bet the k
