Bayou Wolf. Debbie Herbert

to discover the body, looked bad. He didn’t know Tallulah well enough to determine her character, but the ripped flesh on Jeb’s neck and the loss of blood was an ironclad indictment against one of them.

      “It was one of us,” Matt insisted. “But that Tallulah Silver concerns me. She suspects something and she snoops about the place too much.”

      Matt stared straight at him. “Didn’t you have dinner with the other evening? How well do you know her?”

      Jillian stopped sniffling and cast alert eyes on him.

      “Evidently, not well as well as I thought.”

      “Then get closer to her,” Matt commanded. “Find out what she knows and then throw her off our trail.”

      “She’s freely told the sheriff what she’s seen. As far as throwing us off our trail, I don’t see how I’m supposed to do that.”