convinced myself. Almost.
CHAPTER SEVEN
âT he football players today are a bunch of babies,â Elmer Fairbanks said. âBack in my day, they didnât have all the fancy pads and hard helmets like they do now. Bunch of sissies, if you ask me.â
âWell, we didnât ask you,â Candy said. âAnd Terry Bradshaw isnât exactly one of todayâs players.â
It had been Candyâs turn to choose the book for discussion this month, so her choice had been a biography of Terry Bradshaw, who had been a Steelers quarterback in the seventies. I hoped Candy didnât ask me any questions, because I hadnât read the book. I scanned the dust jacket five minutes before the meeting. The discussion had barely begun when Elmer made his comment. Every month he had some complaint about the book, except when it was his turn, of course. Iâd only been with the group for a few months, but Iâd heardhis picks varied between Zane Grey or Louis LâAmour and anything about World War II. I had a feeling he was a cowboy at heart. When he wasnât wearing his 101st Airborne ball cap, he wore a Stetson.
I liked the variety of genres. Iâd been an avid reader as a child, but Iâd had so much academic reading to do throughout college and grad school, Iâd set pleasure reading aside. It was fun to get back to it. Ordinarily, I would have read this monthâs book, even though it wasnât a topic I was interested in. I had just gotten busy and forgotten about it until Kristie reminded me about the meeting. I was slowly learning the participantsâ tastes in reading. Since I joined the group, Kristie picked the latest womenâs fiction. Her mother, Pearl, liked historical fiction. Amanda, the childrenâs librarian, had chosen a young adult novel. It would be my turn next monthâmy first timeâand I had no idea what to have everyone read. I did know, however, that whatever the book was, Elmer would be sure to complain.
âI learned a lot, Candy,â Pearl said. âI didnât know anything about Mr. Bradshaw before I read the book.â
The other comments were more of the same. Needless to say, I didnât add much to the discussion. When it seemed like we were winding down, I excused myself to use the restroom, and when I got back, Candy and Kristie were standing in the corner, deep in conversation. Everyone else was digging into the cupcakes Candy had brought. I grabbed one for myself and sat down beside Amanda.
âThese are delicious,â Amanda said. âAnd so cute with those little footballs. I should get some of these for next weekâs story time. The children would love them.â
Elmer made a face. âIn my day we werenât allowed to eat in the library. These kids todayââ
âWe know, Elmer,â Candy said, returning to the table with Kristie. She shoved another cupcake at him. âStick this in your yap. The rest of us have something important to talk about.â
âWe sure do.â Kristie tapped me on the arm. âYouâve been holding out on us, Max.â
I had no idea what she meant.
âWhy didnât you tell us Kurt was murdered?â Kristie said.
So thatâs what theyâd been talking about. Iâd figured Candy would spill the beans eventually. Actually, I was surprised sheâd kept it to herself this long. The problem was, I didnât want everyone in Lawrenceville to knowâat least not yet. Not until I had some proof to show my dad. I put my cupcake down on my napkin. âThe medical examiner said Kurtâs death was likely accidental.â
âI take it you donât believe that,â Pearl said.
Candy spoke up. âOf course she doesnât. Tell them what you told me, Max.â
âI donât thinkââ
âOh, no you donât,â Kristie said. âYouâre not getting out of it now. You told me your place was