A wristwatch. The band was plain brown leather, the kind Helen wore. And the sheriff wouldn't have that look on his face if he didn't already know who the watch belonged to. Ms. Gross had given Helen that watch, so of course it had to have her initials on it somewhere. Helen nodded, and reached out for the watch. The sheriff withdrew his hand. "Nope. Can't let you have this just yet. But I bet you can guess where we found this. And it does belong to you, am I right?" He turned the watch over. Helen's initials were clearly visible on the smooth gold backing. Defeat showed in her face. "Yes. Okay, yes, it's mine. And yes, I can guess where you found it, or you wouldn't be here. And yes, I was there Friday night." Her voice became more agitated as she spoke. "And yes, I did see something!" "There, now," the sheriff said, leaning back in the chair, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" "Helen," Maggie warned, "I don't think you should say any more." Helen waved a hand. "It's okay." Her eyes on the sheriff, she began slowly, "I went out for a run.
