49 Nora
Shivering, Nora tapped ash into the bucket of sand and pulled her parka tighter.
She stood on the covered porch outside the back door to Fred’s building.
When she’d left Sweet Home, the afternoon temperature was hovering around fifteen degrees.
Protected from wind, the air around her might still be that warm.
Hah. Fifteen was so far below the freezing level, it could never be called warm.
Despite the chill, Patty-Jean was talking nonstop, releasing all the pent-up words from her lonely stake-out of the Buick.
She’d already explained why she’d gone off the screen after learning of Hunter’s arrest. She was afraid the prosecution would subpoena her to testify. She didn’t want to say anything in court that would harm Hunter’s case.
Nora hadn’t wasted any breath disproving that
