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The next morning, after checking with Nana D at the hospital, I called Constance Garibaldi. Although the woman was approaching eighty and had health problems, she could"ve found a way to eliminate Hiram Grey. Constance always woke up early to enjoy the sunrise from the top of her home, a lighthouse on the Finnulia River. Given it was the middle of winter and the water had frozen over, she stayed with her boyfriend, Bartleby Grosvalet. Although miles past the college campus, I also wanted to visit Percy Klein, who worked downtown at the courthouse, not too far away from Bartleby"s house.
Constance, dressed in a classic black pantsuit, invited me inside for a cup of coffee. Her iron-gray hair was pulled back in a bun, and she wore a smidgen of blush to brighten her pale skin. “Bartle
