Chapter 4
I watched the morning news while getting dressed. It was almost enough to send me back to bed with my face buried under the pillow. Although Pender’s murder wasn’t one of the lead stories, there was an update. Guess whose name and face were featured. “Just what I don’t need,” I said angrily when I saw that, and again ten minutes later when Trent called to let me know about the story.
“You were right, though,” he pointed out when I finished ranting. “They used an old photo. I’m not sure I’d be able to recognize you now from it. You can bet no one else will be able to.”
“Until the cops get smart and do one of those mockups adding different hair, and a beard and mustache. If the person who called to let them know someone was trying to break into Pender’s house gave them any sort
