The clapboards are gray, the trim is white, and there are two onion lamps on either side of my red front door.
He turned onto Weatherby Street and parked in front of my little house. I thought we’d go back to your house so you can finish your soup and I can do some research on Gilbert Reedy.”ĭiesel peeled off Pleasant Street and wound around the historic area of Marblehead, following narrow streets designed for horses and foot traffic. “If we were done, I’d be on a beach in the South Pacific. Diesel cut across a couple streets, found Lafayette, and turned toward Marblehead.
I took hand sanitizer out of my purse and squirted it onto the key. I guess he could have had the key stuck up his nose or inserted south of the border.” “I took a look at Reedy, and he didn’t have pockets. He must have picked it up off the ground.” It was sized to fit a diary or journal, and it was intricately engraved with tiny vines and leaves. “It looks like a key.”Ĭarl put it in his mouth and bit down.
“He’s holding something in his hand,” I said to Diesel.
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