Chapter fourteen
Juliet and I walked to Longfellow Park fifteen minutes before the start of the memorial service. We weren’t the only ones curious about the events unfolding in our small village. The majority of the town crowded the small park. Between the news reporters, townsfolk, and people arriving from out of town for the service, Miller’s Cove had never seen so much action. Our sleepy hamlet was now a bustling metropolis and murder was the cause.
I spotted Nellie Jo and Mike milling around near the band shell. I lifted my hand and waved. Juliet and I shouldered our way through the masses until we made our way to where they stood. “Nellie Jo, I knew I’d find you here,” I said.
“ Why me and Mike wouldn’t miss a big event like this. I got my autograph book with me. I plan on meeting
