CHAPTER NINE
Reggie Thompson lived in a modest house tucked away on one of the secondary roads behind Main Street. It was a quaint house, surrounded by a well-maintained lawn with numerous towering trees. As Mackenzie walked up to his doorstep, she watched as two squirrels ran precariously along the branches of one tree while making their way to the next.
She knocked on the door, instantly feeling like an intruder. The poor man was suffering from cancer. She’d like to think that if the woman at the station yesterday had not told her that he would love to have her visit, she would have stayed away because of his situation. But she knew that wasn’t true. Not only was he a reliable source of information she was looking for, but the case was slowly getting her obsessed.
The door was answere
