THE FBI AGENTS’ LUCK held. They found that Detective Miller, the primary investigator on the case Benji had mentioned, was on shift.
The three shook hands and settled in for the briefing.
“Nice lady, Ms. Williams,” Miller said. “Very popular around here. She taught school for many, many years. And it was thanks to her efforts that we have an official Historic District here in Bronte to explore and enjoy.”
Lizzie leaned forward. “What happened to her?”
Miller read them in.
“Next-door neighbor saw a guy arrive that morning and leave late in the afternoon,” he concluded. “She was able to work with a sketch artist, and they came up with this.”
He handed Lizzie the composite drawing of the man that Nosy Rosie had described to authorities. She gazed at it, whistled, and handed it to Nathan
