No Alibi. Valerie Hansen

Especially this time of year. Can you think of any way we can shelter those prints to preserve them?”

      “I suppose we could put a box or something like that over them but if the rain is heavy, it’ll probably wash the whole thing away.” Frustrated, she clenched her fists. “Nobody believes me. I tell them there’s a prowler and nobody believes me.”

      “I do,” Smith said.

      Julie Ann sensed the truth of his statement though she could not clearly see his face. Of course, they were standing there staring at proof in the narrow beam of light so it wasn’t exactly a stretch for him to vouch for her veracity. Still, she was grateful. “Thanks.”