Her words were truer than she realized. My “police brain,” as she called it, was dying to get some answers. Hannah Lauren was a mystery. She didn’t even have a car so I couldn’t search for her through the DMV. No records popped with her name. Hell, nothing came up when I searched for a Hannah Lauren. It seemed she appeared out of thin air.
My gut was saying there was more to her than she let on, but it was also telling me she wasn’t a criminal. Hell, she doted on Mr. Kirby, who was as cantankerous as a cat dunked in the creek. She put up with Sally and Violet, Jessie’s friends and town busybodies. Hannah seemed to like everyone. Hell, she even seemed to like us. To a certain point, and there went my gut feeling again.
Jessie’s eyes narrowed on me as if she could read my thoughts. “You st
