Chapter Seven
Ted looked like he wanted to speak with us, too. I’d noticed while we were talking with Augusta that Ted had been speaking with Burton. I wondered if he’d thought of some information to share with him. Or maybe he was opening up a little more about the blackmail.
But before Ted reached us, there was a grim throat-clearing cough behind us that made me jump. It was Zelda Smith, our red-haired, chain-smoking homeowner association president. She’d finally succeeded in wrangling Grayson onto the HOA board and I felt sure she’d hadn’t entirely given up on convincing me to join. She’d been trying to persuade me for years and I’d told her the library didn’t give me much free time. Which was true, but even more true was the fact that I didn’t want the little free time I had to go to
