She had tried to return Baxter’s truck keys, but he didn’t answer the door. She had left the keys on the left front tire. Everyone in Saltlick did that. Immy didn’t know if people did it in other places. It had felt good to get out of her undercover clothes and back to her real life. Since her mother was on the other side of the bed, Immy sat on the side next to the hot plate so she could watch it. Hortense simultaneously watched TV and read through the Wymee Falls newspaper Immy had bought on the way back to the Finest. Hortense had always loved to page through newspapers, even before she and Immy had made it to the local crime page. Immy picked up a section her mother had discarded. It was the sports section and didn’t interest her much. Then she reached for the front page Hortense had laid aside—and gasped. “That’s the car!” She pointed at the picture of an automobile on the front page. Above it the headline proclaimed Bank Robbers Foiled by Mystery Woman. Hortense rolled onto her side to look over Immy’s shoulder.
