Thallia winced. “His name was Jake. He worked at a nursery outside town.”
Jenna's concern sharpened. “When did this happen?”
“Last night.”
There was a pause before Jenna responded. “Explain to me why you're helping investigate a murder.”
Thallia rubbed her forehead. “Leon asked for my help with a few things. I'm a journalist. Asking questions and noticing details is what I do.”
Jenna didn't sound convinced. “And the sheriff is comfortable having you involved in an active murder investigation?”
“Comfortable might be overstating it.”
That earned a short laugh from Jenna. “At least one of you has some sense.”
Thallia smiled. “He's being careful. I'm not running around interrogating suspects on my own.”
“I would hope not.”
Thallia sighed. “Believe me, I'm aware of how this sounds.”
