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Chapter 11 It was weird standing on the side of the highway again, not so very far from where my first investigation had started. I could even see the stump that was all that remained of the tree I had rammed my car into when I arrived in town. Nothing left but a jagged outline of black bark against the gray snow pocked with road salt and gravel. I hadn't been down here in weeks, and as much as I'd love to sit in Jessica's café for a minute with a hot cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll, I couldn't spare the time. Also, she looked really busy. Which was great for her, and kind of explained how all of my art had sold from where she had it displayed on her walls. She was getting tons of customers from off the highway. As I approached the parking lot of the restaurant that Michelle ran with