CHAPTER 16
I fed Scout, who mewed happily when he saw he was having an early breakfast, and left a note for the boys: Gone to Father Olson’s house; back by eight. No doubt when I got there the police ribbon would still be up. Whether this would be good or bad was an unknown. After all, I’d already crossed the one at the church office. I decided it would be good if no policeman was stationed at Olson’s to make sure the line wasn’t crossed; bad if someone was and I was rebuffed. I’d say to Boyd, I was just looking for pearls. He’d say, Oh, yeah? Try a jewelry store. I shooed away this thought and quickly filled my espresso machine with water and coffee. While it was heating I rummaged through the hall closet and found one of the flashlights Arch and I had taken to the conference center. Whe
