After going back to Garry’s house so that Carl could get his car, they drove to the restaurant—Wylie riding with Garry.
It was obvious when they walked in that, so far, the news hadn’t gotten out about Nelly. Both the restaurant and the bar were busy with tourists and the townspeople who made it a habit to eat Sunday night dinner there.
“About time you showed up,” Len said with a grin when they got to the bar. Then he obviously took in the men’s somber expressions. “Someone found Nelly? Is she…?”
“She’s dead,” Garry replied and went on to tell him, and the people who slowly gathered around to listen, exactly what had happened.
“Do they know how she was killed?” one of the men asked when he finished.
“They, meaning Kingman, made us leave before they brought her out,” Garry replied. “No
