Tuck graciously stayed and helped me dust the rest of the store, so when the doors opened at ten, the shelves gleamed and I felt unburdened. I had no doubt the sheriff and I would have a conversation soon about me inserting myself into another investigation, but for now, I felt good that he knew everything I did and that he might have a little more to go on in catching whoever killed Sidney.
I had also let him know about my sensation about being watched at Stephen and Walter’s, and he had decided he’d boat out to their house later that morning on the pretense that he needed to liaise with Fish and Game about illegal harvests on the river. Given that we were a water town, I knew that Tuck had access to a boat, but I’d never seen him on it. Somehow, though, the image fit, and I wished I cou
