“Crazy right?” I asked.
Megan laid on the couch, watching me pace around the living room while I vented. She didn’t appear as upset as me— which drove me crazier than I already was. Then again, she worked a full shift at Dessert Bar. She was probably tired.
“Are you one-hundred-percent positive that Jane didn’t do it?” Megan asked. “I mean the police ain’t stupid.”
“The witness is lying,” I said, raising my voice.
Megan threw her hand up in surrender. “I’m just saying.”
I made another lap in the living room, thinking. After I stormed out of Voss-of-Books, I called Stone about an update on Jane. My boss’s future didn’t look bright. The sheriff seemed fixated on the eyewitness’s account and was charging Jane for the murder of Doris Hackett. As for Teresa’s case, the investigation was on
