We missed the cow-chip throwing contest, which did not disappoint me greatly. It was all fun, but my mind kept jumping back to the encounter with Marcy Alexander and puzzling over what I’d learned from her. Had my Kendra had a relationship with the real Kendra’s fiancé? Yet the man she’d been seeing, the one who’d almost bowled Thea and me over, was definitely not the guy in the photo. And how did any of this tie in with murder? We ate fried catfish and French fries at a Moose Lodge stand and, finally, well-fed and tired, caught the wagon back to the industrial park. Most people had gotten their RVs set up by this time, so the industrial park was neither as hectic or dusty as before. A slender crescent moon hung in the western sky, but Mac said it would set by 10:00, so the sky would be dark by the time the meteor shower should be heaviest, between 2:00 a.m. and dawn. “And you’re staying here, right?” Mac said. “Is that offer of a shower still open?” “You’re telling me my charismatic company isn’t sufficient inducement?”
