Wylie left his car in his driveway and walked down to Garry’s house. He knew the front door was probably unlocked, but the sharp barks from the dog when he stepped onto the porch deterred him from going inside. The last thing he needed was to fend off a critter in protective mode.
Settling in one of the porch chairs, resting his elbows on his knees, he thought about what he’d seen at Nelly’s house. “Damned all, when it comes down to it. I should have been nosier.” Not that he didn’t trust the sheriff and his people to do their job, but in his opinion it didn’t hurt to have another pair of eyes on the scene.
The table was on its side. Did she turn it over, trying to get away from him when he grabbed her? Why didn’t she see or hear him approaching? Because he came in through the kitchen an
