While driving to Teresa’s Bookstore in my scorching hot car, I replayed what my grandparents said, ignoring the part about Leo or me settling down. Things didn’t sound good for Jane. It annoyed the crap out of me how much Sheriff Estep overlooked clues. Then again, he dismissed the Benadryls so why should I be surprised? I was already motivated to solve the murders before, yet the urge grew stronger. I didn’t know what I wanted most: get Jane out of prison, reopen the bookstore, or seek justice for Teresa. All three? But I knew all too well that we don’t always get what we want.
Copper Street was busy. Cars lined up on both sides. People walked on the sidewalk either shopping or dining out. The sight made my heart ache. Teresa’s Bookstore should’ve been busy. I had to park in the municipa
