Princess meowed.
“You said it,” I said, shaking my head watching the last of the police cars drive away. “I can’t stay here.”
I stomped around the store, searching for my purse while Princess trailed behind me. I screamed and grunted my frustration. I had to get some of this energy out, and the only way I knew was to find some hard evidence. Flipping through books in hopes of finding the killer’s fingerprint didn’t sound promising.
After finding my purse, I texted Stone about what had happened. Maybe he knew this mysterious witness or could talk some sense into Sheriff Estep. I doubt the new sheriff would listen, but knowing my grandfather, he would at least try.
I refilled the cat’s bowls and marched outside. The summer heat added to my anger. Instead of driving, I walked. I knew myse
