CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“ I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Juliet pouted in the passenger seat of Velma. “I don’t care what you say. Charlie didn’t kill anybody. I’m just glad you didn’t make me wear that stupid mask. I don’t do superheroes.”
I was still pouting because Juliet took my mask away from me when I tried to put it on for the drive. “Well, it makes perfect sense. I’m going to go do a little investigation of my own. If I am right, I’ll turn it all over to Clint.” I got out of Velma and motioned for her to come with me. Reluctantly, she climbed out. She dragged her feet like a two year old and followed behind me as I walked to Charlie’s. He lived in a modest ranch-style house a few blocks from me. His lawn was the envy of every gardener in Miller’s Cove. His years as the town
