Only it wasn’t Roger. Instead, a Clark Kent look-alike with a skimpy goatee strode toward her, holding up a copy of the Elk Park Gazette.“Way to go, Rachel Stanhope,” he said as he reached the patio. “You’re front page news.”“Who are you?” Rachel demanded.“Kirk Udall, Birds of a Feather magazine, at your service.” He flashed white teeth. “I thought you’d be happier to see me. Actually, I was hoping you’d decided to trade me back rubs.”Rachel snatched the paper from his hand, torn between smacking him with it as if he were a naughty puppy and reading the headline. “Let me see that.”She scanned the headline. Body Found in the Thicket was inked in 42-point type. And an ingenious staff reporter must have downloaded Rachel’s head shot from the Images Plus website, because her picture was pasted in the center of the layout. The caption read, Summer resident, Rachel Stanhope, stumbles over murder.“Read it,” Gertie said.Rachel skimmed the copy silently. The first half recounted the events of Thursday evening.
