Chapter Eighteen“Y
ep, that’s a property marker.” Will looked at the photos I’d taken of the steel pins and then glanced at the shots of the arborvitae. “It does appear Richie’s trees are on Olive’s land.” He handed me my phone.
We sat in Will’s car in the Town Tavern parking lot. I had given Will the headlines of my adventures and discoveries on the drive to the restaurant, told him about Brooke and Kit’s encounter at the Town Hall, and shared what I had unearthed literally—steel pins, invisible fence—and figuratively—Brooke’s threats to Richie.
I counted off Richie’s offenses. “The dogs in the yard were strike one. The boat was strike two. When Brooke learned Richie had planted his trees on her property—”
“He swung the shovel at strike three and killed Brooke?”
“Yes. Maybe.”
Will h
