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to be Dave Nenonen. He’s the manager, so he’s the only one with total access to the cash. And you should have seen what a hurry he was in to open the vault. Didn’t put up a fuss at all.”
    Kitty nodded. “Maybe Dave siphoned out the money over time and the robbery was intended to draw attention away from him.”
    “Dave’s like family,” Cora Mae said. “He’s not our guy.”
    Every man in town is like family to Cora Mae. She’s dated almost all of them and doesn’t have a mean word to say about a single one. Before Dave married Sue and while Cora Mae was between husbands, they had a little fling. When they meet here and there in town, I can’t help noticing that Dave won’t look Cora Mae directly in the eye. Like if he did, he’d remember something so special, he’d lose control of his married life.
    That’s what Cora Mae does to a man.
    Tonight, after nibbling her few crumbs of rabbit food, she dressed all in black—dainty boots, tight black jeans, and a soft and fuzzy sweater with glitter. Kitty wore a housedress tent thing and had combed out all but a row of pin curls in the front.
    “You still have pin curls in your hair.” I thought I should mention in case she had missed them.
    “I know,” the beauty queen answered, without offering an explanation. “How’s it going with you and George?”
    I’m a recent widow, so George and I are taking it slow at my request. George has been a family friend for as long as I can remember. He’s sixty years old and can fix anything that’s broken. The two of us are like soul mates. To top it off, he has tight buns and great muscles in all the right places.
    “He’ll be along later,” I said. “He’s finishing a carpentry job.”
    Since Star was babysitting Blaze and Grandma, and had agreed to take them to play bingo, the three of us had free reign to handle business. The big occasion that had Kitty doing a comb out was the spring dance in Trenary. It was held in the senior center, next to the church that hosted the bingo games Grandma and Pearl were going to.
    Friday night dances in the U.P. aren’t as filled with excitement as non-Yoopers might think. However, all the locals would be there, including Tony and Dave. We could pick up a lost trail and question Dave at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone.
    As it turned out, only one bird died, and it wasn’t either of those two boys.

    Chapter 7

    TRENARY, WITH FIVE HUNDRED RESIDENTS, is a big city compared to Stonely. It has a few bars, a grocery store, a pizza place, and the cemetery where my Barney is buried. It’s also home to the U.P.’s famous Trenary toast, a Finnish cinnamon treat sold in a brown paper bag. We love strong coffee, and we love to dip Trenary toast into it.
    If it were daylight, Cora Mae and I would have stopped at the cemetery and visited her three deceased husbands, who managed to get buried together in one plot with room left over for Cora Mae someday. I often wonder what they would have thought of their final interment arrangement.
    Barney’s waiting on me too, but I’m not nearly ready to leave this world-although I miss him so much, I have a permanent ache in my heart.
    The drive to Trenary was slow going. I followed Kitty’s car in the Trouble Buster truck, which used to belong to Blaze before the department bought him a new truck and put this one on the auction block. I nabbed it for a song. The best part of the deal was the lights and sirens were still in good working order.
    Cora Mae swerved down US 41 like a drunken sailor. Kitty had to be scared near to death sitting in the passenger seat next to her. Driving isn’t going to be one of Cora Mae’s top abilities, but to be fair, I had a couple of incidents when I started to drive. In fact, I rolled my Barney’s truck into a ditch and totaled it.
    I’m such a good driver now, I can multitask while steering. Reaching under the seat, I pulled out my Glock and caressed it. I’d always wanted one, and here it