“You’re not the first to come digging about David Armitage,” she said softly. “But it’s been years since anyone asked.” With a sigh, she led Margaret down the narrow staircase into the archive room.
Dust motes floated in the dim light as Mrs. Hanley rolled out a cart of microfilm reels. “The Armitage case rattled this town for months,” she explained. “Some swore he’d been murdered. Others whispered he skipped out on debts. No one really knew. It just…ended.”