Chapter Twenty-FiveI
realized my blunder thirteen hours later when I arrived at Olive’s house. It was another déjà vu moment. A splendid weekend morning, a visit to the daffodil-yellow house, Yogi in the back seat. Except for one addition to the scene. The blue Buick parked on the curve a few yards beyond Olive’s property. Though the car was far enough away from the house that an uninformed observer wouldn’t recognize the pair in the front seat, I identified the couple at once.
Geraldine and Edmund Cavanagh. A.k.a. Mom and Dad. A black snout emerged from the open window behind the driver’s seat. They had brought their “attack” dog, Ranger, to back up the strong-jawed Yogi in case Jessica attacked me. I half-hoped a neighbor would spot them and call the police, but I was touched by Mom an
