Chapter 18Violet awoke on the morning of May 1st in a cold sweat. A chill had crept in through the cracks of the cabin and roused her hours before sunrise. They were no longer staying at the cozy boarding house by the bay. No, they had checked out exactly five days ago to help build up their alibi. That kind of comfort, it seemed, was a luxury they could only afford for a short time. After checking out of their rooms, they ventured outward, and located the train yard owned by Jacob Abernathy DeWitt. When they found it, there were very few people on the premises. Mostly early comers to sign up for work. There were tents set up in rows, half of them still empty. Such a setting would have been ample time to kill Abernathy in a swift blow. But, after endless canvasing of the area, it was clear
