Killer Green Tomatoes. Lynn Cahoon

said too much. Javier is a good man. He would never kill anyone, especially someone who had been nice to him. Heather was very sweet.” Estebe paused and Angie realized he was calling from his car, probably already driving into Boise. “You will still come to the breakfast? I want to show you a happier side of my culture. And you’ll love the food.”

      “If it’s still on, I’ll be there.” She paused. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”

      A horn blared in the background. “Maybe someday, but right now I have to concentrate on these crazy drivers. Why do people go so slow in the fast lane? Do they not understand the rules?”

      Angie started to answer and realized she was talking to dead air. Estebe had hung up on her. He was convinced of his cousin’s innocence, maybe she should be too. She decided to take a trip into town and see what Felicia knew about the murder. Besides, it would be a good excuse to get out of the house. She called out to the closed door. “Mrs. Potter? I’m heading into town. Do you need anything before I go?”

      “I’m fine, thank you” was the short, clipped answer. Nona had said Mrs. Potter could hold a grudge better than most. Angie guessed she was going to find out exactly how long she would be in the doghouse.

      “Okay then. I’m leaving Dom here. He can let himself out through the laundry room.” Angie didn’t know why she was explaining this, but she didn’t want to get home and have Dom wandering out in someone’s field because the woman had let him out the kitchen door and expected him to stay around. Dom liked to explore. That’s why Angie had spent so much on the stupid fence. To keep him safe.