Bab 255: Chapter 255: Talk With Malcolm

Chris and Wanda left a short time later, after I saved copies of the footage they took. I sat at Dad's desk and perused the video files, disappointed that the pair hadn't caught the killer on tape. Heather's appearance was damning, I'd give them that, though, and her apparent distress with Lester and whoever it was she'd been talking to this morning at Petunia's made her seem pretty guilty to me.

If she'd accidentally caused the yacht club president's death, why was she lingering in Reading? Right, something to do with recovering lost money. But where did it go and how did she lose it?

I was about to call Dad again when the phone rang. I recognized his number and answered, knew from the sounds in the background he was on the move, the hum of his truck's motor discernable as was the faint country song his radio played.

"I had to leave town for the rest of the day," he said. "Unrelated case."