Chapter Eleven
Michael Kennedy was usually pretty good about staying focused and on task, but watching Jenny do her thing in the red light of the Sentinel’s darkroom was more than he could take. She moved with her usual gracefulness and the look of concentration on her face as she dipped the first print in the stop bath made him crazy. He stepped around behind her, brushed her hair away from her neck and leaned close.
“Nope,” she said firmly, shaking him off. “It was a great idea to come here and develop the film now and get the prints to the police. Once they bring in the Collins boys, we’ll be free to deliver the rest of the pumpkins. But I’ve got to get this done. No hanky-panky.”
He shuffled out of her way.
“Hey,” came a voice from the other side of the door, “You guys aren’t fooli
