I ignored him, but heard his feet pound down the stairs behind me. Down at the front entrance, just outside the door, I caught sight of Lib, still as wax. We looked at each other, mirroring the dread we saw.
“Did you hear it?” I said at last.
Her voice was weak. “The shot, you mean?”
“Was there a shot?”
“There was if my ears are working.”
“Where?”
She shook her head miserably. “I—I don’t know. I think it was out on the lawn.”
“Then why were you coming in?”
She clenched both little fists and shook them tremblingly. “I was only doing what the detective told me to do. Besides, he—he came in first.”
“He came in!”