After Steve left, I washed our cups, grabbed a beer, and went out to the back porch. I needed to think. It should have been about how I’d manage to talk to everyone at the party on Sunday and push buttons to get someone—to be specific, the killer—to reveal more than they wanted to. Of course if Steve was way off base, the killer wouldn’t be there. Unfortunately, I was beginning to suspect he was right. It was someone on the Lane. An idea I did not like at all.
Should have and doing, however, are two different things. My thoughts almost immediately went to Steve and whether he was the least bit interested in me as more than a person of interest in the criminal sense. Was he trying to do to me what I was supposed to do to the others at the party? Get me to reveal something that said I was t
