Chapter 39
Snow lines the right-away on both sides of Highway 16. Gravel mixed with salt edges the snow-packed shoulders. Overhead the clear skies show a fading blue, while the highway seems relatively dry. Nevertheless, I drive with caution and avoid the ice patches. As I pass Mrs. Warner's turnoff, I note her road has been sanded and ploughed. Good. I'm dropping in on her after I leave Stan's. I've decided to push the investigation up a notch. Time to use the skills I'm supposed to be so good at and treat her as my prime suspect. If done right, I should know by day's end whether she's my shooter. For now, it's off to Stan's where I'll replace these bald tires with winter studs. Honestly, I'll feel better once that's done. I'm a cop. Having an accident because of worn tires won't sit wel
