“But if not Price, who? It’s not like we have a lot of killers running around Midnight,” Fiji said.

Another uncomfortable moment of silence had all eyes trying not to turn to Lemuel and Olivia.

“Not me,” Lemuel said, raising his white hands. “I didn’t touch Aubrey. Olivia didn’t, either. You can look at us accusingly till the cows come home. I would tell you how and why, if I had done anything untoward to Aubrey.”

“I would, too, just to stop Bobo from wondering,” Olivia said. She looked a bit sad. Fiji could not decide if Olivia was unhappy because all her friends in Midnight thought she was capable of murder or because the idea of losing Bobo’s friendship made her sad.

“But it must have been someone from Midnight,” Fiji said. “How could it not have been? Bobo was gone, but the rest of us would have noticed her going off with someone else, right?”

“She was in the pawnshop that day?” Manfred asked.

“I forgot you hadn’t even moved here then. You fit in really well,” Fiji said. “And that was intended as a compliment.”

“Yeah, I registered it as one,” Manfred told her. “So, Bobo was gone. It was over two months ago, so it was still summer, huh?”

“The weather was good,” the Rev said. “It was sunny and mild, and I had a funeral that day. The Lovells’ puppy.”

“Creek had a puppy? Sure, someone mentioned that. It got run over?”

“Hit-and-run,” the Rev said. His demeanor was always the same, but if Manfred had had to characterize the Rev’s face at that moment, he would have said the Rev looked . . . grieved.

“So the kids drove the body over, and we had the funeral,” the Rev went on after a moment. “Then they left. Creek said she was going for a walk. She was upset.”

“So Shawn was at work in the store. Creek was going for a walk, and Connor was going back to the store?” Bobo asked.

“I assume,” said the Rev.

“Madonna had taken the baby to his checkup in Davy,” said Fiji. “She reminded me of that at the picnic.”

“Where were you, Olivia?” There was nothing accusatory in Bobo’s voice, but Olivia looked away nonetheless.

“I slept in that day because I’d gotten in from Toronto late the night before,” she said. “I was up by about two, I guess. I caught a glimpse of Aubrey as she walked west from the pawnshop.”

“Wasn’t she supposed to keep the store while Bobo was gone?” Manfred asked.

“No, Teacher kept the shop that day,” Bobo answered. “At least, he was supposed to. And he must have. I found two computer entries from that day.”

“Then who came in the shop?” Fiji sounded eager. “Maybe they had something to do with—”