"How much of Reading is now owned by outsiders?" I had never thought to ask, never considered the question before. I was so wrapped up in my own problems, in Petunia's and the annex and murders I'd failed to consider the place where I grew up and now did business might be at some kind of crossroads of its own.

Terri seemed uncomfortable with the question. "Technically, I'm an outsider," she said.

I grasped her hand, shook my head. "You live here," I said as ...