It was hard to tell by looking at her through the screen door, but Denville thought she looked whiter than snow.

“Is that supposed to mean something to me, Larry Denville?”

“It sure as hell means something to me. It means I remember you back then, and you always had a camera with you. You kept it in the basket of your bike. You always said you wanted to be a photographer when you grew up. I imagine the others will remember that.”

“Obviously I changed my mind about photography being my life’s work. I’m very content being a homemaker and raising my children. I don’t live in the past, like some people in this town. Life goes on. Why can’t you just leave it alone? I can’t imagine the Kings being very happy with you.”

“News is news. Now, let’s have a comment. Are you sticking by your story that you weren’t at the pond the day of the accident? Remember now, forensics can pin stuff down to the minute these days. You really need to start watching that show, Amy.”

Amy brushed at her hair with a shaking hand. “Why does that sound like a threat, Larry? Furthermore, I can’t even begin to imagine why you would think I’d have a comment after all these years. Hashing and rehashing that story is all about selling papers, and you know it.”

“Nah. I really studied the police reports, and I can recite the old newspaper articles by heart. There was something funny about all of that, and I’d bet my press badge that you and your buddies had something to do with that accident.”

“Then you’d lose your press badge. Now go bother someone else. I have things to do, and they don’t include talking to you about the mess you’re creating. Don’t you dare say I made any comments in that rag paper of yours either. If you do, I’ll sue you. I mean it, Larry.”

The reporter slapped at his forehead as he stared at Amy. “I would think you’d be the first one who wanted to make a comment. Everyone said Cady Jordan was your best friend. You sure don’t sound friendly to me, Amy. I sure hope the others back up your story. Do you want me to let you know about the film wrapper?”

She responded by slamming the door in his face. He shrugged as he made his way to the car, knowing that Amy Chambers was watching him through the window as Maxine and Cyrus King had. He made a show of adjusting his pocket recorder before jotting a few lines in his notebook. “You were there, Amy. I know it as sure as I know I’m going to write this story,” he muttered as he slipped the car into gear and backed out of the driveway.

Next on his list, Andy Hollister.

Denville looked at his watch. One o’clock. Andy Hollister was a creature of habit as everyone in town knew. He ate lunch at Martine’s Café every day of the week. Mainly because of their health conscious menu, and it was only two doors away from his insurance office.