Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

used for funerals.

I stopped by the edge of the linoleum floor, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse. “Is something wrong with the inventory?”

“It is not the canned goods, Mabel dear,” Gale said, her voice dropping into an overly sweet tone. “It is the archival room upstairs. Someone went into the locked cabinet where continue reading …