Was it the best thing we could do to flush out Harley’s killer? I sincerely doubted it, but only time would tell. “Are you finished with the notes yet?” I asked Grace as she laboriously printed out the message we’d agreed to for the third time. “This is the last one,” she said as she held it up for me to read. “What do you think?” In block letters that could never be traced back to her hand, the note said, “I KNOW YOU DID IT AND I HAVE PROOF. TURN YOURSELF IN, OR I WILL!” “I love it,” I said. I glanced at the clock and said, “We don’t have much time to deliver these while our suspects are still at work.” “Let’s go then,” she said. I turned to Momma. “Are you sure you want to go with us when we deliver these?” “I’m a part of this group, Suzanne, and I plan on seeing it out until the end.”
