CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Fifteen minutes later, I had ten names on my list. My mom had brought Shari Davis with her. I felt safe eliminating them from my suspects. I also marked off two middle-school kids whose moms had dropped them off at the library to get them out of their hair for an hour. That left Charlie, Reverend Taylor and his wife, Patricia, Mike Johnson who owned the local pickle factory, Chris Karsen and Mrs. Grimes. Since Mrs. Grimes was approaching eighty and used a walker, I scratched her off the list, too. My list of possible suspects had narrowed. Satisfied, I puttered around and cleaned my house. By eleven o’clock, I was going stir-crazy.
I had promised Clint I wouldn’t go anywhere without Rick or Juliet. Rick worked in the city as an architect, so I couldn’t ask him to come
