Judd Farris scanned the room uncomfortably. He didnt belong here, not really. The truth was, he had been friends with Graham Crenshaw. Good friends. But Graham was his only connection to this gathering, and Graham was dead.
Judd had attended the funeral at the church, and then the burial out at the cemetery. Thered been no need to follow up with the gathering at the Crenshaw home. But hed been asked for a favor, and he hadnt yet completed it. There hadnt been opportunity at either the funeral or the burial. Maybe he could find a moment here.
He took a glass of wine from a buffet table in the dining room simply to have something to do with his hands, then made his way to a vacant spot by the wall in the living room. His position on the edge of the crowd afforded him a perfect place from which to people-watch.