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I slumped down on a kitchen chair. I was stunned by Maggie’s news and needed to sort out my feelings. In a very strange way I derived some comfort that a clue existed, however small. That maybe there was a logic to this crime. That someone out there, someone older, experienced, with resources, would be working on a case that had undoubtedly been shifted to a back burner. I had no doubt the police wanted to catch the driver who had struck Michael, but in spite of their best efforts there was so little to go on. Maggie was upset, but I hoped the possibility of solving Michael’s murder would give us all some measure of peace. The phone rang and I grabbed the extension in the kitchen.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about the show tonight? I thought you were coming early to give me moral support
