CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Everyone else was told to go to the Diner, but our crew went to my home. We hadn’t been there long when the doorbell rang. I waited, my breath suspended, but I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t had much luck with people coming over to my home lately.
Sighing, I opened the door, grateful as the rest stayed in the kitchen when I found myself face to face with Officer Sheila. She was alone, no hatred-spewing partner.
“Hi,” I said tightly as Sheila nodded, gravely.
“Can we talk?” she asked.
I nodded and shut the door behind as I moved outside.
Sheila lounged on the porch railing as I sat in one of the wicker chairs. “Quite a morning, huh?”
I just waited. She was here for a reason and I knew it.
Sheila took a deep breath and told me, flat, “He left another note for you. This
