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Chapter 23

She hangs up without a thank you or goodbye.

I feel my shoulders tighten after I end the call, and place the phone back in its base. As I stare at the blank computer screen, an idea hits me like a sledgehammer, and I shut off my laptop and head to my car in the parking lot out back.

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It is something the victim Cora Findings’ neighbor, Mrs. Jackson, said to me during her interview that sends me back to the scene of the crime at Firewood Road.

I track down the apartment building’s landlord, Dick Redding, a Mr. Magoo type: craggy-old and aided with a cane, in the back room of his outhouse size garage-turned-office behind the apartment building.

All he is missing is his four-legged doggy companion.

He is getting behind the wheel of his canary-yellow punch buggy, and mumbling.

I wave at him and knock on the driver’s side window, but he ignores me and shifts the car into reverse.