The rest of the day was uneventful. I spent most of it trying to decide where to search for the murder weapon. As the day drew on, doubt bloomed in my gut. The warnings I’d had from three people—well, two people and a ghost—echoed in my head.

It could be dangerous to look for the murder weapon on my own, but I couldn’t very well tell Augusta I knew someone had clonked Lavinia on the back of the head.

It was up to me to find the murder weapon. I wasn’t sure how I’d explain finding it to Augusta, but I was sure I would come up with something.

Of course, if I knew what I was looking for, it would make it a lot easier to find. Something heavy that one could easily use to whack someone else on the back of the head with.

I figured the best place to start was the library, so I closed up shop at five and headed down the street with Pandora following me … well, I should say in front of me. The cat had the strangest way of following me by walking ahead of me. I had no idea how she knew where I was going, but somehow she did.

I thought back to the morning I’d found Lavinia. Impossible to believe it was just yesterday, but it was. She hadn’t been dead long when I’d found her, so that meant the killer had to make his—or her—escape through town in the morning hours. If I were a killer, I’d want to ditch that murder weapon as fast as I could, which is why I figured it would be somewhere near the library.

As I stared at the gothic stone building, I realized the killer wouldn’t have come back out the front. There were too many people around on Maine Street.

“Meow.” Pandora peeked out from the side of the library, then turned, her tail flicking like a finger beckoning me to follow her.

“Good idea, Pandora.” The killer would have gone out the only other door, which was in the back. I followed her around the corner of the library. I’d never been behind the building before and was surprised that the area behind it was so small. It was paved, and there was a dumpster that I hoped I wouldn’t have to jump inside of to find what I was looking for.

I chose to look everywhere else first. I walked around the edge of the pavement and looked in the corners of the building. I was squatting down, the side of my head almost on the ground so that I could peer under the dumpster, when I heard a low, guttural animal sound coming from behind me.