Chapter Nineteen
Wednesday, 11:20 a.m.
It took some time for everyone else to file into the church. It seemed as if literally everyone in town had decided to show up. Not only had Barry been well known from his years of running the bookstore, but I also suspected many had come simply out of morbid interest in the ongoing murder case, especially now that Tristan had stirred things up. By the time Pastor Dave began the service, it was standing-room only.
People were squished into the hard wooden pews, while those who hadn’t arrived early enough stood shoulder to shoulder along the walls and at the back. Murmured whispers echoed through the high-ceilinged space. I surreptitiously tugged at the collar of my sweater as I felt myself begin to swelter between Tara and my mother from all the bo
