Jane and I watched as the men continued their heated argument on the sidewalk. They stood inches from each other’s faces. Words were being said, but not loud enough to hear behind glass doors. I expected if one of them threw a punch, the police would have to come to end it. Their voices attracted a crowd, Clara being one of them. Preston and Mateo left in opposite directions, but their body language suggested that this wasn’t over. I doubted it ever would be as long as they both lived in Sevier Oak.
Once Copper Street returned to normal, I told Jane about my chat with Leo. Drake Voss had an alibi for both murders. Jane looked pleased at the news. Then I told her about Mateo’s alibi, the one he shouted at Preston. Again, she seemed relieved. We stood in place emotionally drained, lost in o
