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While she waited, Winona pictured Myrtle at the , looking out as she spread frosting on her frozen cake The shop was elevated; Myrtle would have had a clear view of the start of the alley

Winona turned toward it A black ironwork streetla a net of warht down onto the sidewalk

The girl cao, Mrs Grey That’ll be three dollars and ninety-two cents”

“Ms Grey,” she e, she turned back toward the streetlamp It was in the perfect spot; Dallas would have been easily identifiable by Myrtle, who knew hi the ice-creaht, when you knew the person

“I’ll explain it to Noah,” she said to herself “Maybe I’ll even bring him down here to show him He’ll know I took him seriously”

She crossed the street, taking a bite of cake, re Myrtle’s testimony in detail

I’d seen him there before

I recognized his tattoo

Winona stopped Turning slowly, she walked back down Shore Drive, past the souvenir shop and the fish bar, to the ice-cream shop

Froht side

Winona had always had a photographic memory, and she’d noticed Dallas’s tattoo when she hired him She would have sworn it was on his left arm

She h this evidence, the prosecution teaot overlooked

Of course, the cops and the prosecution wouldn’t have been trying to discredit Myrtle Only the defense team would have looked that closely The defense attorney, she corrected There had been no team, but surely Roy had done it

She started walking toward ho into her yard, she kept going, past the historical society e

At the door to the cottage, she finally stopped long enough to think about what she was doing