Canton, can you think of anyone who would want to hurt Tracy?” Vincent asked.Although the temperature in the small unair-conditioned house had climbed to at least a hundred, she cradled a cup of hot tea in her hands as if they needed warming. “No, everyone loved Tracy. She was a sweetheart.”Clarissa hovered close to Eloise as if she thought the woman might need protection from Vincent. The realization irked him, although he didn’t understand the reason. “Was Tracy dating anyone?”“Not that I know of.” She blew on the steam rising from the mug. “Although a while back, she went out with that boy Lamont Franklin. He’s a bartender over at Six Feet Under.” She pursed her lips in disapproval. “I never did like him much. He and his mama were pure heathens, didn’t believe in going to church.”“Did Tracy have a journal or diary?”She shook her head. “No, not since she was a little girl.”They talked for a few more minutes, but the woman had nothing more to offer.
