Chapter Twelve
July 10th
I’m trying to figure out a better way to approach the problem. When I reached out before, it was assumed I was a blackmailer. Look, I might be poor, but I don’t have to resort to a life of crime to make a buck or two. My thought is that maybe I could sell a freelance story to one of the bigger papers to jumpstart my journalism career. I’d love to launch myself as an investigative journalist.
A couple of fairly quiet days passed. Beatrice occasionally saw Ramsay driving past when she was out walking Noo-noo. She’d have loved to have asked him how things were going with the case, but he didn’t have time to stop—he just gave her a quick wave and smile.
Beatrice didn’t even hear from Meadow because she was completely engrossed in putting the finishing touches on a
