Come on, let's go talk to Jessica Summers and Grace Winthrop.'
'It seems kind of pointless, ' Cole said. 'They didn't see anything.
' 'We have to go through the motions, ' Ryan stubbornly insisted. 'And
by the way, you're supposed to take notes during the interviews. '
'You take them. I hate paperwork. Besides, I can remember what
everyone said.'
'Maybe now you can, but later, after one or two more robberies, all the
names and dates start blending together.'
'Then I guess we better catch the bastards before they rob again.'
Hungry and weary, he grudgingly followed Ryan down the steps. 'Rebecca
told us that Jessica and Grace were exhausted. Remember? Maybe we
ought to wait until tomorrow to talk to them.'
'No, I want to talk to them now.' Cole gave up trying to argue with
him. He found the job of marshal incredibly frustrating thus far. He
wanted to act. Sorting through the mire of paperwork and talking to
potential witnesses was like putting an intricate puzzle together. One
had to be patient, and Cole hadn't quite learned how to accomplish that
feat.
The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that
wij illy MacGuire's boardinghouse was at the end of Elm Street, a
winding road lined with hundred-year-old trees. The front door of the
hotel where Rebecca was staying actually faced the front door of the
house, but because of the meandering road and the trees, it wasn't
possible to see one building from the other.
The old homestead had just been treated to a fresh coat of white
paint.
The trim of the window shutters and the doors was a dark burgundy
red.
The color matched the lounging chairs scattered about the porch. The
pristine house sat back from the white picket fence that surrounded the
property, and while that too had recently been painted, tenacious spurs
of ivy were already working their way back up the slats.
Both the house and the rambling lawn in front were shaded by a cluster
of ancient walnut trees on either side of the porch. The leafy giant
sentinels stood guard over the occupants inside. A faint breeze moved
unnoticed through the massive limbs that arched out to one another over
the gabled roof.
