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290 pages, Mass Market Paperback
Published September 6, 2016
A police officer sees a drunken man intently searching the ground near a lamppost and asks him the goal of his quest. The inebriate replies that he is looking for his car keys, and the officer helps for a few minutes without success then he asks whether the man is certain that he dropped the keys near the lamppost.Similarly, Cassie focuses mainly on the ladies of the quilting circle, because they're whom she has any excuse to "subtly" question. It's downright bizarre how she simultaneously is so worried about losing most of her friends in town, yet readily suspects them of having committed at least manslaughter w/cover-up or conspiracy thereto. She also acknowledges (as the first-person narrator) that she's choosing to be in denial about someone having broken into her car and stolen case-related papers. She gets talked into being involved (by the widower), despite fears re. both the killer's reaction and that of her local best friend, the chief of police, yet later is unwilling to drop it. That's leaving aside the unlikelihood that said policewoman would ever surrender to Cassie's desire to be involved.
“No,” is the reply, “I lost the keys somewhere across the street.”
“Why look here?” asks the surprised and irritated officer.
“The light is much better here,” the intoxicated man responds with aplomb.
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Huh, it dates back to the 1920s!