Chapter Eight
Sam quietly hummed to herself as she drove. She seemed to sense my sombre mood. Occasionally her gaze would wander back to me through her rear-vision mirror.
I looked down at my notebook and, from time to time, glanced through the side window of the cab. Two thoughts kept buzzing around my head. One was that everything seemed fine with Brodie and Carol on the Friday the first, but by Sunday the third, they were both dead. Whatever happened to end their lives occurred in a very narrow window. Two, Carol might have been hiding something, and wasn’t her normal self, from Mary’s observations.
Sam piped up, “Say Jack, you look like a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat!” She suddenly darted around a couple of other vehicles that were in her way and swore under her
