Cathy froze in her tracks watching Brody enter the store. She almost wanted to turn her cart around and follow him to see what he was purchasing, but she forced herself to load her packages in her car. Once inside, with the windows and doors closed, she dialed Nancy on her cell phone. When her friend answered, she said, “Nance, Brody just went into the grocery store. I saw him as I was on my out. Don’t do anything stupid like coming down here. I’m headed home to check on Gran and start cooking for Doug and Becky. I just thought you’d want to know.”
“Have you questioned your grandmother yet?”
Cathy sighed. “She figured out why I was asking her about Maggie’s murder. She said she hadn’t noticed anything odd when she brought the tea. I wanted to try to jog her memory, but I let it go becaus
