between us.
Then she placed the muffins on the porch railing.
“Well, I hope the police catch whoever did this.”
“They’ve already seen the footage.”
Her face changed.
It was subtle, but unmistakable.
The smile disappeared. Her eyes flicked toward the house behind me, then back to my face.
“The police?” she repeated.
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
She stood there for another moment, apparently searching for something to say.
Then she took a step backward.
“Well, let me know if you need anything.”
She walked away without another word.
I closed the
