Arty hesitated, then leaned in closer to her, glancing around as if someone might be listening. “I always meant to ask you,” he said. Charlie looked at him wearily. Don’t ask about it. “I’m sure people ask you about it all the time, but come on—you can’t blame me for being curious. That stuff about the murders, it’s like an urban legend around here. I mean, not just around here. Everywhere.
