Violet said, making her irritation clear. “You’re gathering us all in one place to unveil the killer? Isn’t that a little cold, literally and figuratively?” I could see her point. Along with the rest of my suspects, Lori was standing in the windy January cold staring at the front of Everything Pizza. “I thought it was a heart attack,” she kept saying. “Why would anyone hit him over the head?” Jesse, Rich, and Greg looked uncomfortable; Eleanor put her arm around Lori to provide comfort and warmth; Violet looked mad; and Detective Terri Adkin just looked amused. “I appreciate your being here, Detective,” I told her. “As I told you before, I’ve heard all about your, um, crime-solving skills.” She suppressed a laugh. “I’m just happy to see it in person, even if it is a waste of time.” “It’s not. Nell is very good at figuring these things out,”
