"I heard it wasn't just any stain on the floor of Kennedy's shop." "Where'd you hear that?" "The diner, this morning. I was getting my coffee and Judy was talking to Earlene. Apparently the police took evidence bags away with them." "Evidence? You mean like...evidence evidence?" "That's what I mean." "Oh, dear. I can't say I'm surprised. When I was there yesterday afternoon, Kennedy was acting awfully strange." "Strange how?" "Well, nervous. Flustered. And she was muttering to herself." "About what?" "I couldn't hear. But it didn't sound good. And then she rushed out and didn't even say goodbye." "Did you see anything when you left?" "Nothing out of the ordinary. Except...except the display case in the window had been smashed." "Smashed?" "Yes. I remember thinking it was odd because one of the police officers was standing right there, the whole time I was inside."