We might have to agree to disagree on that point.

“But listen, now I have something that really might help you and your aunts.”

I rubbed a hand over my face. “Let’s hear it.”

“Would it kill you to show a little enthusiasm?”

I shot Roxie a warning look.

“Okay. Okay. So last night, someone,” she paused dramatically, flashing me a knowing smile, “broke into the town records building.”

Apparently, I wasn’t awake enough to realize I needed to register some surprise.

“Is this thing on?” Roxie tapped an invisible microphone. “I thought that would have garnered some reaction.”

I blinked. I really needed to step up my cover story game. “Sorry. I haven’t had my coffee yet. Why would someone break into the town records building?”

Unperturbed by my lack of reaction, Roxie pressed on. “At first, I, along with everyone else, thought it had to be kids. Vandalism maybe. But then I remembered something.”

I waited for her to go on. I wasn’t in the mood to beg for information we both knew she was dying to give.

“Well, hearing what happened reminded me of a juicy little story I picked up not too long ago. I probably shouldn’t say juicy, given all that’s happened, but it does involve grown women behaving badly, and we all know how entertaining that can be.”

“Which women?”

“Liz Coleman and Joanne Simpson.”

I frowned. “Joanne Simpson?” She had passed recently from an aneurysm. I suppose it wasn’t surprising I had a keen knowledge of everyone who passed away in town. I never missed reading the obituaries. I couldn’t help but feel guilty every time I did, but I couldn’t seem to stop either.

“That’s right. Do you know where Joanne worked before she passed?”

Suddenly, I found my interest piqued despite my initial skepticism. “She worked for the town, didn’t she?”

“That’s right. In the records department. Anyway,” Roxie said, leaning in, “the way I heard it, Liz came in one day and gave Joanne a really hard time requesting to view some sort of paperwork. Marilyn over at the hair studio said it was quite the squabble. Liz yelled something about not caring who owned what, and that she was a Graves and had every right to see what it was she was looking for.”

“What was it? What was she looking for?”

“I don’t know, but apparently she eventually got to see whatever it was, and she went ballistic.”

I squinted. “Ballistic?”

“Flipped over a pencil holder. Sent the pencils flying everywhere.”

It didn’t sound like much, but for Evenfall that was a pretty big deal.

“It has to mean something, don’t you think? Granted, after such a public spat, it’s hard to believe Liz would go back to the scene of the crime, as it were, but it can’t be a coincidence.”

“Huh.” Actually, I didn’t find it all that surprising, given the spell I had cast. “That is interesting.”

Roxie gave me an uncertain look. I could tell she was disappointed by my reaction, but after last night’s excitement had worn off, I realized that without the will as motive, I didn’t have a whole lot to go on. The fight at the records building was interesting, but it wasn’t exactly a smoking gun.