CHAPTER EIGHT
When Shilah left to go back to check on Rocky, Mia decided that her best chance of piecing together who had killed Merry would be with the old woman. In her experience, the elderly often saw crimes being committed, not just because they had more time on their hands and a tendency to be nosier, but because they often quietly sat back, unnoticed, letting things happen. It wasn’t just that criminals didn’t see them as a threat—sometimes, they didn’t see them at all.
But as she navigated over to the small trailer tucked into the corner of the park, she could’ve sworn someone was watching her.
Looking over her shoulder, toward Long Face’s trailer, she could’ve sworn she saw the blinds in one window dip slightly. It might’ve just been her imagination, but the silence of the morn
