Customers flocked to Fromagerie Bessette to get more of the gossip, but we had nothing new to report. Rebecca was surprisingly tight-lipped—no theories, no insider information, no television references for inspiration. We did hear that Vinnie’s murderer was caught on Route 76, east of Akron. He sang like a jailbird, but he didn’t croon about killing Giacomo Capriotti. In fact, he swore he didn’t. He had his Beretta in his glove compartment. Many customers told us about Urso storming around town. He hadn’t been seen dating Edy. He wasn’t smiling. Around noon, when Urso came into the shop to buy a sandwich, I found the courage to ask him whether the bullet in the Igloo’s wall matched bullets from Vinnie’s Beretta. He grumbled something that sounded like, “Keep out of it,” and marched off. I didn’t dare shout out a follow-up question about Hugo Hunter’s whereabouts. Bothered by his dismissal, I told Rebecca to watch the store and, to take the edge off, I visited Sew Inspired Quilt Shoppe and tried on my maid of honor dress.
