Of course my mind told me this was the murder weapon. Had to be. And though yes it could still have been an accident, the fact that someone hid this juicy piece of evidence was all the proof I needed that Lester Patterson's death was, at best, manslaughter and, at worst, first degree hate his guts and purposely electrocute him then bury the proof.

Okay, so this was far beyond my sleuthing skills. I needed help, and though I could have called Dad-planned to, yes-I knew it ...