“I’d be careful around that ole cemetery.” Ed called after her and looked fearful as he turned the keys in the door and then checked the lock by rattling the doorknob.“Oh don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. Thanks again.” Stephanie got in her car and wondered as she drove off what in the world Ed was afraid of.
As she turned onto Main Street, she saw the sheriff and one of his deputies talking to Betty Sue in the parking lot of the diner. The end of yellow crime scene tape floated in the breeze from its knot on the dumpster.
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