Chapter NineteenCuriosity might have kept Lydia watching the cops move people through their mobile crime lab, if work hadn’t called her inside. She did wait to make sure Edgar Rowdey got out OK. She hadn’t liked the aggressive way Kevin Kelly hustled him up the steps.
Besides, business was slowing. Most cars that nosed into the driveway paused, turned around, and sped off.
Here he came: lanky, nonchalant, a distinctive figure with his almost-bald head, Santa Claus beard, and bright yellow sweater.
“You look like Jonah escaping from the whale.”
“Moby d**k,” he agreed, examining his fingers.
“Where’s Ahab when we need him?” Lydia walked with him toward his black VW wagon. “Assuming you’ve still got both legs?”
“Oh, yes.” Edgar rubbed a smudge off the paperback book he’d been reading at
