Jean must have known it wouldn’t be difficult. Property ownership is public record. Once Lassie and I were back in the house, I booted up my laptop at Marge’s kitchen table and started investigating. First I went to an online homes-for-sale site and typed in the addresses of the for sale/sold/raz...
I rolled down the window, hoping to dissipate the stale smell of menthol cigarettes with fresh air. Nope, just a lot of other downtown-type smells—asphalt, exhaust, fast food grease—good stuff like that. The detective hopped in and started up the car. We smiled at each oth...
Probably not the nicest thing to wish on a friend at ten o’clock in the morning, but something was up. I wasn’t sure what, but I did know I was interested in Val and Harley and Madalina, and Jonas was the only person I could think of who knew all three. I was especially intrigued by Theo’s ghostw...