“You’re kidding … no, wait, I know you’re not.”
“Let’s try to get this prep finished, then I’ll bundle up the boys and take them.”
“What about the books? Do you want to take them while I take the guys to the RRSSA?”
“Sure, that would be great, thanks. I need something else at the library, anyway.” Neil Tharp had asked me if I had a photo of Sandee Brisbane, and I’d had to say no. But the library had computer archives of all the major newspapers, and I knew there would be news photos of Sandee from this past summer, run after she confessed and disappeared in the fire. I could get a copy of one and show it to Neil. If I had to go to Patricia’s house anyway, I’d offer her the photo, too, and just have her confirm that it was Sandee she’d seen following Drew around. Maybe it would jog her m
