“I’m sorry, Roberta.” I tried to sound sympathetic. But what I actually felt was uneasiness at being back in the library. “Listen, we have some books for the sale. Could you open the rear exit for us?”
“And now I heard there was another body, out in the creek below the falls. That other map dealer, Larry Craddock?” Roberta muttered as I followed her down the hallway to the rear exit. “What is this town coming to?”
“I have no idea.”
Tom insisted on unloading all the boxes, because he said he didn’t want me to hurt myself. “At least, not any more than you’ve already managed to inflict damage on your own person,” he added.
“Thanks a lot.”
He hefted up the first of the boxes. “Just go get your picture.”
Roberta was very happy to help me locate a news photo of Sandee from the archives of
