The Murder Of Katherine Lincoln's Murder: The Story Of Murder

“How do you plan to do that?” Detective Wallace asked.
Shaking her finger, she said, “It’s simple just check on Katherine's daughter. That woman is not the loving person you think she is. I don’t care if she does wear the most expensive clothes in town.”
“Explain that.”
“Call it feminine intuition or whatever you wish,” Connie said, folding her arms. “We’ll talk to with the daughter, if we have any questions, we’ll contact you. Thank you for your help,” Detective Johnson said, writing down her address and left.

SUMMARY OF BOOK 2
The murder of Katherine Lincoln filled the citizens of Jackson Heights, with terror. Although the detectives checked every clue, they were no closer to finding the killer than they were the
During the next few days Margaret helped Marlene plan her mother’s service. Family, neighbors, and friends gathered at their church to pay their respects.
Going up the aisle, overcome with grief, the closer Marlene got to the casket, the weaker her knees became, sobbing, she struggled to walk and then lunged toward the casket, screaming, “Mother! Mother!” To prevent it from falling off the stand, Andrew, Jerry, and the mortician grabbed it. Margaret and Ashley helped Marlene sit down beside Mark as she continued asking, “Why would someone do this?” Unable to calm Marlene, Jerry motioned for the mortician to continue with the service.
When the service ended, they buried Katherine Lincoln beside her husband in the country cemetery. Afterwards, Marlene and Jerry invited the mourners to their home for lunch. The topics of conversation included questions about what the police were doing to find her killer along with why his sister Stephanie didn’t attend the service. Everyone joined in the discussions except Marlene at this point, neither subject interested her, all she wanted was for them to leave her alone and see her mother’s killer brought to justices. At her first opportunity with tears streaming down her face, Marlene slipped out the back door and drove down the street knowing
Driving out of the cemetery and up the street still thinking about her loss. Looking up as the light turned red, Marlene applied her brakes, and stopped. The pickup truck behind her failed to stop and hit her Mercedes, smashing the trunk before knocking the vehicle across the street. Jumping out of the truck, the driver rushed over and asked, “Lady, are you okay?”
After checking to make sure she had no broken bones, Marlene shouted, “You have no business driving, you’re nothing but an idiot.” “Gee, I’m sorry, I looked away for a second and the light changed,” he said as several ‘look e loos’ stopped to see what was going on and only a few people wanted to help.
“I called. The police are on the way,” a man said as Marlene picked up her purse from the passenger’s seat and waited near the curb.
A woman standing nearby, pointed up the street, and said, “There comes a police car.” Parking behind the damaged truck, the officer asked about injuries before wanting to know the details of the accident. When the truck driver explained what happened, going to the patrol car, the officer returned with a pad and issued the truck driver a citation.
After checking the truck, finding it drivable he told the driver that he could