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Daniel popped his head around the corner of the religion section just before noon and found me knee-deep in a real alphabetization project. I needed time to think about what Cynthia had said and to figure out what was needling me about the murders Bixley had, still allegedly but more and more surely, committed. Putting things in alphabetical order required just enough of my focus to free up the rest of my mind to ponder.
But still, an hour into my project, I wasn’t any closer to figuring out what was going on. I knew all these murders were connected – Mr. Petra, Bixley, Danita – but I just couldn’t see how. Clearly, insulin poisoning was significant, but I couldn’t tell why. At least not yet.
So when Daniel turned up with an offer to take me and the dogs to Lu’s truck for carnitas ta
