My insurance company finally gave in and paid for the last mess, but I had a feeling asking them to foot the bill on this one would be pushing my luck, not to mention my premiums.Now that we were back in the house, Jerry had calmed down a little--and taken off his reflective eyewear. He’d also called his friends at the Redwater Falls Police Department, whose sterling staff members flocked around the place like nosy pigeons. No one had been spouting off any theories about who put the bullet in my tire, so I shared mine: Rhonda did it.An official type made a few notes to humor me, but he kept belaboring the murder threat thing until I finally told him Rhonda probably did that too. I also suggested they find her immediately and haul her butt to jail. I had some other fine suggestions as well, but Jerry had herded me inside the house before I could expound upon them.It was just as well, I suppose, because Mother had graciously popped a few little party pizzas in the oven and they were just about ready when we wandered into the kitchen.
