Six
Pearl dropped her car keys and purse on the counter and turned to Aaron. “You remember that conversation we had this morning about not seeing hide nor hair of Jerry Mackey?”
“Yeah,” Aaron replied warily. “I take it he’s turned up.”
“I bumped into him just now as I was finishing my lunch.”
He studied her face for a moment, trying to glean clues from her perplexed expression. “Oh?”
“He didn’t have two words to say to me. Just nodded once—so I know he saw me—then ducked his head and scooted by. It wasn’t exactly enough to figure out whether or not he’s gotten the fool idea of revenge out of his fool head, but it did confirm that he’s back in town.”
“Which we already heard from his PO.”
The phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Aaron waited while Pearl answered it, though he
