Little Libby Day just discovered her angle. Call it survival instinct, or call it what it was: greed

Those Day enthusiasts, those solvers would pay for more than just old letters. Hadnt they asked me where Runner was, and which of Bens friends I might still know Theyd pay for information that only I could get. Those jokers who memorized the floor plans to my house, who packed folders full of crimescene photos, all had their own theories about who killed the Days.