He wasn’t yet sure how or even if he would work in the teenaged hijinks, but he liked her social-justice-warrior background, and how she’d been a hands-on aunt to her niece and nephew.
“She was a good woman,” Carol replied.
“Do you have anything to say about Harold Clayton?”
She sniffed. “Well, he sure wasn’t one of our streaking crowd. He was a couple years behind us in school and fit in better with the more conservative types.” She lifted a shoulder. “Still, he got along with everyone. I never had a problem with him. Before this.”
“And now?”
“I can’t look at him. What did he think would come of setting out a trap like that? Best case scenario he wouldn’t catch anything. There was a good chance he’d cripple a bear. Zero chance he’d catch a non-existent Bigfoot. He ended up killing a
