take any chances."
My
grandfather backed off a little, but not enough for my taste. We followed
Dave through the dark streets, and when we approached his house, I fully
expected him to make a right turn into his driveway, but to my surprise, he
kept going.
"Now,
that’s interesting," Moose said. "He must not be as
tired as he let on to us earlier."
"Where
could he be going?" I asked.
"I
don’t have a clue, but then again, that’s why we’re following
him, isn’t it?"
As we
drove farther and farther out of town, I was more and more puzzled by
Dave’s behavior. "Moose, there aren’t any bars out this
way, are there?"
"No,
it’s mostly just farmland until we get to Molly’s Corners,"
Moose said. "But I have a hunch he’s not going that
far. Wally Bain’s place is a mile up the road."
"Do
you think he’s going back to the scene of the crime? I thought they
just did that in the movies."
Moose
shrugged. "What if he dropped something after he killed Wally, and
he didn’t realize it was gone until he got to the grocery store?
Wouldn’t you go back to look for it before the police stumbled across it
if it were you?"
"If
I’d done something that careless, I would hope that I would have
taken care of it before now."
"Think
about it, Victoria. You said yourself that his schedule is as crazy as
yours is most days. When would he have had the time to revisit the crime
scene? He’s been working all day at the grocery store."
"I
can’t believe there’s a chance that we’re going to catch a
killer this quickly," I said.
"We’re
due a little luck, wouldn’t you say? It will be nice clearing our
names so quickly this time."
When
we got to the turnoff to Wally Bain’s farm, I held my breath, waiting to
see the truck turn. When it continued up the road, I let it all out in a
huff.
"It
looks like we were wrong," I said.
"Maybe,
maybe not," Moose said. "Just because he didn’t take
the turn to Wally’s doesn’t mean that he’s innocent."
"I
agree with you, but if he’s not headed there, where is he going?"
Our
question was soon answered when Dave’s turn signal popped on, and he
slowed down and pulled into a long drive off the highway.
I
didn’t need to read the sign to know that we were at Sally
Ketchum’s farm.
"Why
is he going there at this time of night?" Moose asked. "Do
you suppose they’re seeing each other?"
I had
a hard time picturing Dave and Sally together, at least not that way.
"I guess it’s possible. That kind of kills our theory of the
grocer as a murderer, doesn’t it?"
"Why’s
that?" Moose asked as he kept driving past Sally’s place.
"Where
are you going?" I asked when I noticed what he was doing.
"You
don’t really expect me to pull in behind him, do you? I’m
looking for a place to turn around so I can get you back home."
"I
have a better idea," I said. "Go back toward Sally’s
place, and then pull off the road and shut off the engine before you get to the
turnoff."
"Do
you plan on staying out here all night?" Moose asked, though he did as
I’d suggested and started looking for a place we could hide.
"No,
but we can afford to give it an hour or two, can’t we?"
"I’m
game if you are," Moose said as he pulled off the road a hundred yards
before we got to Sally’s turnoff. Once we were off the road, Moose
shut the truck off, and then reached behind me, pulling out a pair of blankets
from behind the bench seat. "Here you go. It might get cold
with the engine shut off."
I took
the blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders, letting the rest of the
material cover my lap. "Do I want to even know how you happened to
have two blankets in the back of the truck just when we needed them?"
"You
never know when a blanket emergency is going to pop up," he answered with
a grin.
"You
don’t happen to have any coffee back there too, do you?"
"Sorry,
but I’m not that prepared."
"It’s
just as well. If I have any more,
My
grandfather backed off a little, but not enough for my taste. We followed
Dave through the dark streets, and when we approached his house, I fully
expected him to make a right turn into his driveway, but to my surprise, he
kept going.
"Now,
that’s interesting," Moose said. "He must not be as
tired as he let on to us earlier."
"Where
could he be going?" I asked.
"I
don’t have a clue, but then again, that’s why we’re following
him, isn’t it?"
As we
drove farther and farther out of town, I was more and more puzzled by
Dave’s behavior. "Moose, there aren’t any bars out this
way, are there?"
"No,
it’s mostly just farmland until we get to Molly’s Corners,"
Moose said. "But I have a hunch he’s not going that
far. Wally Bain’s place is a mile up the road."
"Do
you think he’s going back to the scene of the crime? I thought they
just did that in the movies."
Moose
shrugged. "What if he dropped something after he killed Wally, and
he didn’t realize it was gone until he got to the grocery store?
Wouldn’t you go back to look for it before the police stumbled across it
if it were you?"
"If
I’d done something that careless, I would hope that I would have
taken care of it before now."
"Think
about it, Victoria. You said yourself that his schedule is as crazy as
yours is most days. When would he have had the time to revisit the crime
scene? He’s been working all day at the grocery store."
"I
can’t believe there’s a chance that we’re going to catch a
killer this quickly," I said.
"We’re
due a little luck, wouldn’t you say? It will be nice clearing our
names so quickly this time."
When
we got to the turnoff to Wally Bain’s farm, I held my breath, waiting to
see the truck turn. When it continued up the road, I let it all out in a
huff.
"It
looks like we were wrong," I said.
"Maybe,
maybe not," Moose said. "Just because he didn’t take
the turn to Wally’s doesn’t mean that he’s innocent."
"I
agree with you, but if he’s not headed there, where is he going?"
Our
question was soon answered when Dave’s turn signal popped on, and he
slowed down and pulled into a long drive off the highway.
I
didn’t need to read the sign to know that we were at Sally
Ketchum’s farm.
"Why
is he going there at this time of night?" Moose asked. "Do
you suppose they’re seeing each other?"
I had
a hard time picturing Dave and Sally together, at least not that way.
"I guess it’s possible. That kind of kills our theory of the
grocer as a murderer, doesn’t it?"
"Why’s
that?" Moose asked as he kept driving past Sally’s place.
"Where
are you going?" I asked when I noticed what he was doing.
"You
don’t really expect me to pull in behind him, do you? I’m
looking for a place to turn around so I can get you back home."
"I
have a better idea," I said. "Go back toward Sally’s
place, and then pull off the road and shut off the engine before you get to the
turnoff."
"Do
you plan on staying out here all night?" Moose asked, though he did as
I’d suggested and started looking for a place we could hide.
"No,
but we can afford to give it an hour or two, can’t we?"
"I’m
game if you are," Moose said as he pulled off the road a hundred yards
before we got to Sally’s turnoff. Once we were off the road, Moose
shut the truck off, and then reached behind me, pulling out a pair of blankets
from behind the bench seat. "Here you go. It might get cold
with the engine shut off."
I took
the blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders, letting the rest of the
material cover my lap. "Do I want to even know how you happened to
have two blankets in the back of the truck just when we needed them?"
"You
never know when a blanket emergency is going to pop up," he answered with
a grin.
"You
don’t happen to have any coffee back there too, do you?"
"Sorry,
but I’m not that prepared."
"It’s
just as well. If I have any more,
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