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You know how these young girls are. I shook my head sadly then said, "Okay, thanks again." I exited quickly, got back into my Jeep, and drove off.

Presently, I found the gift shop-Gift Shoppe-which had once been a summer kitchen, I think, and I went in. The lights were off, but sunlight came in through the windows.

I didn't see a wedding ring, observed Agnes.

You know how these young girls are. I shook my head sadly then said, "Okay, thanks again." I exited quickly, got back into my Jeep, and drove off.

Interesting. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm getting home-towned by the local old boys.

Interesting. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm getting home-towned by the local old boys.

Remember, don't talk to anyone except Chief Maxwell, me, and Detective Penrose.

Thank you. I think she hung up before I did.

I wasn't sure why I was here, but something had drawn me here. On the other hand, I think I had geriatric overload, and the thought of talking to one more septuagenarian was more than I could handle. I should have opened the bottle of Tobin wine and chugged it before meeting Mrs. Whitestone.

Anyway, I drove back to the Peconic Historical Society house and parked in the small lot beside a van marked "Whitestone Florist."

She said, "I reached Emma at her florist shop, and she's on her way to the Peconic Historical Society house."

Interesting. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm getting home-towned by the local old boys.

You can discuss that with her. She's waiting for you.

Well, I'm not sure it does, Mrs. Wiley. I was just curious about-

You know how these young girls are. I shook my head sadly then said, "Okay, thanks again." I exited quickly, got back into my Jeep, and drove off.

I didn't see a wedding ring, observed Agnes.

Presently, I found the gift shop-Gift Shoppe-which had once been a summer kitchen, I think, and I went in. The lights were off, but sunlight came in through the windows.

Pregnant? asked Agnes."

Anyway, I drove back to the Peconic Historical Society house and parked in the small lot beside a van marked "Whitestone Florist."

I told her it concerned the Gordon murders.

Maybe I should find out why Mr. Tobin lied.

I went to the front door, and there was a yellow Post-it near the knocker that said, "Mr. Corey, please let yourself in."

I told her it concerned the Gordon murders.

Interesting. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm getting home-towned by the local old boys.

Pregnant? asked Agnes."

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