She glanced back at the street, then up at the roof, as though looking for something, somewhere, that could make up her mind for her.She didn't look l...ke a nun. Wearing only a sweatshirt, tight jeans, and battered red tennies, she looked like what she was — a runaway. A black canvas bag, like a duffel, hung from her shoulder. She was obviously on her way somewhere."Call her in, love," Wendy said.Suzie opened the inner door."Sister!" she shouted through the screen, in none too welcoming a. Prudently, she had decided to call only on Hutchinson on this trip. There was no need to risk her relationship with other customers this time. She remembered how nervous she had been as she prepared for the trip on Tuesday morning. To use an expression of her father's, she was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She had applied her long fingernails and painted them bright red to go with the red "power suit" she had purchased for the trip. She attached her breast. Drop a hint here and there to move the investigation in a direction convenient for her. Assuming my theory was right, how would I prove it. I had already more or less shared the whole layout of evidence with Jenny.Without proof of some kind odds were it would just be a theory never proven, which was fine except our story would be better if we came up with the killer. I had absolutely no confidence in Jenny and me being able to trick Eve into telling us about the killing. I had no expectations. "Mack, I still like looking at you. You're a beautiful woman," he said."I'm glad you think so, because I'd like to make a deal with you. I'll sacrifice myself to protect her from you." I would never hurt Charlie," he insisted."You say that Dad, but I know one of these days if you're not getting attention from someone else, you'll make a move on Charlie. And she's young and loves you so much, she'd let you ... but in the long run I think it would kill her inside." Maybe," he agreed quietly. "So.