BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
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George’s niece and I talked. She choked up a couple of times. Vanessa told me how a co-worker found Barbara dead on the store’s floor first thing in the morning. There were no security cameras. (These are bookstores. Homes to literature. Not banks, bodegas, or liquor stores.). Nothing seemed to be stolen. There had been no threats to Barbara. There were a few books on the floor, maybe knocked over during a struggle.
I again explained that I was a book author, a publisher, and a friend of her Uncle George.
Then I lied, “and a private detective.” (Just what the hell is wrong with me! Why do I say stuff like that? The stuff just comes out of my mouth before my brain even knows it’s happening.)
Vanessa kindly promised to talk with her co-worker and get back to me.
And speaking of getting back to me, weird, I haven’t heard from Ligonier’s Police Chief Jim, or his state police cronies, after I called to tell him that Laurie’s killer was James Doyle. You’d think they’d be more appreciative. I’ll call Jim tomorrow.
Tomorrow (police update, Vanessa update, and all this talk of Barbara Franks makes me think of...) Blue Highways.