Harry glanced over Becky’s head at the circle of women who had frozen in place at his entrance. He was greeted by a wide variety of expressions. Some smiling, Jessica the most prominent among them. Some scowling, led by the town’s terror of a second grade teacher—given a choice, Marjorie Winslow was one woman he would not want to catch up with while visiting Eagle Cove. Gina and her sister Monica looked amused. And the one he’d seen in the car with Gina, the woman with the long flow of wavy brunette hair, just watched him carefully—as carefully as he’d ever watched a key witness. Not judging, but not trusting either.
“Are you okay, Harry?” Becky rested a hand on his forearm but snatched it back from the wet and cold.
“So not.” Standing still he was starting to shiver. “Looks like the jur
