While Michael continued to talk to the investigating officers, Molly wandered over to a cluster of housewives, all dressed in shorts and tank tops regardless of their size. On one or two, the choice was unfortunate. Several of the young women were clutching babies in their arms. She observed them for several minutes, trying to pick out the one who was most talkative. The unofficial spokesperson appeared to be in her late twenties, slightly older than the others. Her two children were toddlers, one of whom was clinging to Mommy’s leg and whining. The women appeared oblivious to the noise. Molly nodded at several of the women, hoping she appeared to be a new neighbor, rather than someone there on official business. Actually, given her lack of official status, she supposed it wasn’t exactly a stretch to be considered just another nosy passerby. “What happened? I saw all the police and walked over.” As she’d expected, it was the oldest of the women who replied. “I was in the back with the kids and all of a sudden I heard these shots.
