“It's the sheriff, Kellan, and she's walking toward Emma,” Helena shouted.
I raced out to the parking lot to limit my daughter's exposure to the situation. She and April had chatted a couple of times before, but Emma did not need to see anyone being arrested. “April, what's going on? When I didn't see you at first, I wondered whom you were going to arrest. But now you're here. How did I get to the inn before you?”
“I've tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, Little Ayrwick, but you show up wherever there's a murder or an arrest happening. It's like you've got radar detection for whatever crime's about to occur in Wharton County,” April growled at me. She nodded in Helena's direction and handed one of her cops an official looking piece of paper. Once he went to arrest Helena, April t
