I asked Nadine to swing by the bookstore. Again my precognition was at work—Weeks" maroon Blazer was angled in front of my aunt"s bookstore. Before we strode in I could hear Weeks" voice. He would not need a bullhorn to be heard.
He turned and looked at us.
“Lainey, what are you doing here?” my aunt asked.
“I couldn"t stand being home alone,” I said, sliding Nadine a look.
“I came to keep her company,” Nadine chimed in.
Leaning against the counter Weeks said, “We had to let him go, kid-o.” His words were directed to me. “He had a strong alibi. Lots of people said he was with them the whole time at Wruck"s Woods, and also put him in a bar in Rapids City, across the river from eleven thirty until closing.” He shook his head. “I just don"t get it. The weapon was his.”
“But his footprint
