Uncle Pete poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot and sat at the large oak table in the kitchen. “Well, everyone except this Billy Williams character. What were you thinking, not checking him out before? I can’t believe he’d use such an obvious fake name.” “Honestly, it didn’t hit me until he checked in. Then, when I asked him about it, he seemed not to even get the repetition.” Cat refilled her own cup and grabbed a blueberry muffin. She hadn’t been to bed yet. After finding Tom’s body, she’d been existing on coffee and sugar. She ran her hand through her hair. “We were planning on having a free writing day, but I think we need to get everyone out of the house for a while to unwind.” Shauna took the muffin out of Cat’s hand. “I’ll take the crew down to the hot springs. You’re going to bed.” Indian Springs was a natural hot springs that used to be just a rock formation before a local entrepreneur had bought up the land next to the national forest and put in a pool.
