Chapter 4
What a waste of time.
After hours of driving up and down the ridges and hollers, they weren’t any closer to a motive, let alone a suspect. The sun dropped, and the temperature followed, the clear sky full of bright stars and empty of warmth.
“I’m beat, Boss,” Joanie said when they got back to the office. “I’m off to my bathtub and my bed. Gonna enjoy the privacy while my house is empty. See you back here at eight?”
Larry couldn’t help a quick glance when Joanie got out of the car and stretched tall, arching her back with her hands clasped behind her head. Her brown shirt slipped loose of her britches, and a thin line of creamy skin peeked out.
Larry snapped his head back so fast he figured a neck crick was in his future.
“I’ll be here earlier than that, most likely,” he sai
