"That"s sounds like, I mean, it"s the bee"s knees," Josie told Claire after explaining what had happened in front of the Tindari. They were sitting on Josie"s bed, their backs propped against the headboard.
Claire nodded. "My heart was beating like a racehorse."
"Show it to me again," Josie asked her, shaking out the newspaper that lay spread across the bed.
Claire took a section and folded it so the follow-up story on the shooting was visible. The story hadn"t run in the prime spot on the front page above the fold, but it did appear on the third page. It was under Claire"s byline—with Mr. Dudley"s edits, of course. It included the drawing she had made of the death scene outside Anthony"s restaurant.
Josie looked closely at the sketch. It captured the sidewalk, the side of the car, and
