Pearce was taken aback. "Killer? You think someone killed her?"
Pearce shook his head. "That's the least of our problems now." He looked back at the outline, "What can I do to help?"
"I am sorry for your loss. This is never easy, but I need to ask some questions."
"Did she have any enemies, or any threats?"
"No." He paused, "Wait, there was something but I think it was a just coincidence."
"When this happens, there no coincidences."
He told him something she had shared with him. "I can't imagine that having anything to do. . ." He swallowed. " . . .with what happened tonight.
Both men sat there for a moment or 2. Finally the Sheriff broke the silence, "Look, the last time I remember seeing the 2 of you was at both Kathleen's and Bunny's wedding."
Silence again, the Sheriff finally spoke,"Gallagher is a small town. Everyone has a few secrets." He paused, "And I can pretty much assure you, everyone has skeletons in their closet."