Her blond ponytail sailed behind her like a flag. She had great legs. “Where did she go? Is she headed for the circle?” Jean demanded. “I think so.” “Something terrible must have happened. Ask Judy what’s going on.” James scanned the diner. On his second pass, he spotted Judy outside the door looking up the road. He waded through the crowd until he got to the door. “Excuse me, Judy?” “What do you need, hon?” she asked without taking her eyes off the street. “My great-aunt wants to know what’s going on.” “Oh honestly.” Judy turned and pushed back inside the diner. James stayed out a moment longer. A paramedic truck pulled up alongside the circle, and a long-legged man wearing a police uniform walked from behind the diner toward the disturbance. James thought he picked out Beth’s blond head in the crowd. “Jimmy Leoni?” James located the voice. The man standing in front of him was a little on the pudgy and depressed side. No one had called him Jimmy since eighth grade.
