“Know what?”
The reporter glanced toward the yellow house across the street.
Then back at me.
“Mrs. Adele Carter.”
The name meant nothing.
The reporter continued.
“Forty years ago she founded the town’s emergency assistance network.”
I blinked.
“What?”
The officer beside me nodded.
“It’s true.”
The reporter explained.
For decades, Mrs. Adele had quietly helped people.
Not through a charity.
Not through a foundation.
Personally.
