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house for the day, she drove toward Mars Cove. Her talk the day before with Sheriff Appleton hadn’t done any good because after the man enjoyed his coffee, he sealed his lips better.
    At the station, he freely shared information about the case. When he sat down with Annie, all he wanted to do was ask questions. Bummer. She hadn’t learned anything useful. So, she set out that morning to learn what she needed to on her own.
    A short while later, Annie left South Carolina and entered North Carolina. Flynn’s town was just a blip on the state’s map, and when she reached the border of the town, it seemed like she scarcely drew in a breath before she arrived in the downtown area.
    Cute little shops lined the street on both sides, and ornate signs hung over the doors all with similar almost historical script. The pharmacy at the corner of Main and Fourth was the most boring, with thick, blocky letters. No one would mistake it for anything other than what it was.
    Annie started to continue on a few blocks to the firehouse, but she spotted a familiar face. She scanned the area for somewhere to park and discovered a lot where she could leave her vehicle all day for just fifty cents.
    “How do they make a living?” she wondered as she climbed out of the car. She thought of how Flynn told her he couldn’t sustain an investigator’s job in this town. If everyone was used to paying such low fees, it was no wonder.
    She hadn’t asked Flynn recently if he decided to start up his investigations yet. Even if he did, she doubted he charged Barbara Jean. Frowning, Annie hurried across Main Street to search for Mark. He as much as the others was someone she wanted to talk to, but first she needed to find out what he was up to.
    Five minutes later, Annie caught sight of Mark on a street leading off the main road. She was glad of the size of the town. In Amberlon, she might have lost track of him. Zipping behind poles and display signs every so often, she tried to close the space between them.
    Mark, dressed in jeans and a lightweight brown jacket, didn’t stick out in the crowd, but Annie prided herself on her observation skills. She especially found it interesting how Mark kept darting glances over his shoulder and craning his neck as he searched the faces of others on the street as if he looked for someone.
    Who would he be meeting down here, and why choose downtown Mars Cove? Surely, he knew half if not all the townsfolk recognized him. Annie hadn’t missed how more than one gaze flitted in his direction and shifted away just as fast. Some nodded a greeting, but no one went out of their way to say good morning.
    Does no one like him, or is it his family?
    At the end of another street, Mark disappeared. She searched up and down the lane for a few minutes and grunted in annoyance at herself. Maybe he went into one of the shops. As she stood where she was, a few curious glances were cast her way. Annie smiled and received a few smiles in return.
    When she decided to swing back the other direction, her gaze landed on the front of the pharmacy and she froze, staring at it. They had somehow made a complete circuit of the downtown area, and she was right back where she started. However, it wasn’t the route that surprised her, rather the sign.
    “Witman Pharmacy,” she read. Next to the drug store was another, also with the Witman name. She hadn’t made the connection before. From the look of it, their family owned quite a few businesses in the town.
    No wonder Wesley could get away with coming in to work late. Who was going to tell the son of the most influential man in Mars Cove he shirked his responsibilities? In fact, Annie started to see why Flynn was so worried about Barbara Jean getting fair treatment. If Mr. Witman decided she was guilty, then that was it.
    Surely he wants to know, without a doubt, who killed his son so he can get justice.
    She decided to believe Mr. Witman loved his son enough to want to be sure. Emotions