Chapter 19

The only good thing about funerals was that deciding what to wear was relatively easy. I owned one simple black dress - short-sleeves, a tie waist, and buttons down the front. A lot less greasy than my usual garb. No heels, just flats. The last thing I needed was to plant my face into a grave in front of everyone. To top it off, I wore a floppy black hat to help hide most of my face. Boxy and I closed Sunray's down Wednesday afternoon, which wasn't saying much since we'd felt closed all week.

My stomach was swamped with nerves since the reason we felt closed would be at Jake's funeral. How, after all these years of fixing cars honestly and quickly the first time, could all of Belle's Cove turn their backs on me? I hadn't even been charged with murder, just questioned once at the scene of the crime. Still, they didn't trust me. It stung, and I was about to go face all of them.