“If it’s already spreading around town, why isn’t he getting the baked goods like Benson was?” Hale asks, acting as though it’s no big deal the Malones are docking and glaring daggers at us. “Kylie’s flag is still up in his yard, so people think she’s there,” Killian tells him conversationally, while the Malones start climbing onto the dock and stalking toward us. “Ahhh,” Hale says as though that makes perfect sense, finally paying attention to the Malones. “We should lower it until at least a few trays of brownies or cobbler have been delivered.”
