“I followed Annie inside and looked around the kitchen. We’d turned on one of the lights, and I hoped no one saw us snooping. The kitchen was a wreck. The contents of cereal boxes, flour bins, coffee tins, and other containers had been strewn out across the counters. Not a drawer or door was left unopened, and the remnants of Betty Wickline’s pantry looked like a hurricane had hit it. “I’m guessing it wasn’t like this the last time you saw it,” I said. “Of course not.” Annie star...ted cleaning up when I put a hand on her arm. “You probably shouldn’t do that. The police are going to want to see this before we touch anything.” “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. My first reaction to a mess is to clean it up, do you know what I mean?” “For now, you’d better resist the urge,” I said. Annie reached for Betty’s phone when I stopped her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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