Martha had baked a pecan pie, which made her even more popular than usual with the teenagers, Kristin and Kevin. After the pie had been demolished and the adults were sipping the last of their coffee, Martha dropped a bomb not at all popular with me. “I’m going to be away probably all next week,”...
I pressed the play button. “This is Detective Barnes,” the message said. “Call us.” Oh, goody, the royal “us.” And her voice was cold enough to freeze the Mississippi River in August. I punched in the number and was immediately transferred to KGB. “Hi,” I said when she ans...