Chapter 10

“I heard you tear out of here pretty early this morning. Emergency?”

Marc stretched out his long legs under the table. He really wanted to put his feet up on the other chair, but Bea wouldn’t like that in her kitchen. “Rabid raccoon.”

She stared at him. “Rabies? In this county?”

“Nope. Cool Whip. Raccoon got into the trash and got it all over his face. Might have looked like he was foaming at the mouth.”

She laughed. “Oh, Marc, I feel sorry for you. But we haven’t had an official Animal Control Chief for so many years, folks just feel obligated to make use of you.” She set the steaming bowl of stew in front of him and sat back down. “Eat.”

He inhaled appreciatively—Bea’s cooking was excellent. Stirring the stew, he decided he might as well get some input while he was here. His landlady knew everybody in town. “So, what can you tell me about that new guy who lives out on River Road?”