Chapter 3 – Taking Liberties
“Mrs. Tracy?” I addressed the flame haired, fortyish woman standing on the doorstep before me dressed in what my mother would probably call a muumuu.
“Yes?” She eyed me closely. “May I help you?”
“I’m Sheriff Crane. I need to speak with you ma’am.”
“What is it Sheriff?”
She was standing firmly in the doorway. “I have some news Mrs. Tracy. May I come in?”
Several seconds passed before Liberty Tracy said anything or even moved a muscle. Then, slowly she leaned toward me and peered directly into my eyes. Her actions were odd and I was unnerved.
“Mrs. Tracy?”
She leaned back and then stepped partially sideways. “I suppose you’d better come in.”
“Thank you ma’am.” I could help but brush her as I passed her. I stopped just beyond her in a small entry foyer.
