Chapter Sixteen
They got into the car and drove to June Bug’s for the bread. A few minutes later, they were in front of Mae’s house, the setting sun casting a pinkish hue on the yard. But they weren’t the only ones. Ramsay’s police cruiser was in the driveway and he was getting out of the car.
Ramsay raised his eyebrows as they walked up. “Evening, folks. Everything okay?”
Wyatt said quietly, “That’s what we’re here to find out. Beatrice was a little worried about Mae after something that Barton had said.”
Beatrice asked, “Why are you here, Ramsay?”
“I’d imagine because I’ve heard the same rumors that you have,” said Ramsay with a small smile. “That’s what small towns are all about. This was the first chance I’ve had to talk with Mae.”
Wyatt turned to Beatrice, “Should we just let Ra
