Obsession & Eyewitness: Obsession / Eyewitness. Carol Ericson

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      THE SHAGGY MAN in the closet spread his arms wide and smiled. “Caught me.”

      Michelle crossed her arms over her chest as if to ward off a blow or a bullet…or the man’s pungent odor. His hands were empty, but that didn’t mean anything. He could have a hidden weapon or he could strangle her with his bare hands.

      She choked and spun around, colliding with Colin as he charged through the door, his weapon grasped in one hand.

      He gripped her arm with the other hand to steady her. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

      She thrust a shaky finger at the closet where the disheveled stranger still hadn’t moved. “He’s in there.”

      Colin shoved her toward the door and strode toward the closet. He flung the doors wide and leveled his gun at the man slouching amid the dresses and skirts.

      “Get out now and put your hands where I can see them. Call 9-1-1, Michelle.”

      She patted the pockets of her shorts and dragged out her cell phone. While she breathlessly relayed the pertinent information to the dispatcher, the man in the closet inched a tentative foot forward.

      “Be careful, Colin.” The fact that Colin had the man at gunpoint didn’t ease her fears.

      Colin gestured with his gun. “Hurry up and keep your hands in front of you.”

      The man shuffled forward a few more steps, his arms held out. He started whistling.

      Michelle sucked in a breath. Was it some sort of signal? She dipped into the hallway and looked both ways.

      The man stood before Colin and peered at him through a veil of stringy hair. His filthy clothes hung on his gaunt frame, his lips, still puckered in song, framed by a wild beard. He dropped his arms to his sides and his hands nestled amid the folds of his raggedy clothing.

      Colin steadied the metal-gray barrel of the gun. “Put your hands back in front of you where I can see them.”

      The man gave him a gap-toothed smile. “I had a gun once. Don’t have it no more.”

      “Let me see your hands. Real slow.”

      The man hunched his narrow shoulders and raised his arms again. He held his hands, tipped with dirty fingernails, in front of him where they trembled. “Is that what you want, boss?”

      “What are you doing here?”

      “Is this your house, boss?”

      Colin’s jaw tightened. “No.”

      “Not mine, either.”

      “So what are you doing here?”

      Michelle glanced at the time on her cell phone. The police had a mile to get here at high speed. Where were they?

      The man moved his hand toward his face, and Colin’s finger tightened on the trigger.

      He scratched his beard and turned his head toward Michelle. “I scared the pretty lady, huh?”

      Michelle nodded, and her heartbeat began to return to normal. He seemed harmless enough now, but maybe Colin’s big gun had something to do with that impression.

      Sirens wailed in the distance, and the grungy man swore. “You didn’t have to go and call the cops on me. I didn’t do nothing wrong. Just scared her. Wasn’t even trying. Heard her going through the rooms and figured I’d better wait it out in the closet. Didn’t know she’d go snooping in the closet.”

      Colin narrowed his eyes. The hand on his gun seemed to relax, or at least his knuckles were no long the color of white marble.

      Michelle shifted her gaze to Colin’s face. Was he thinking what she was thinking? This man with his long hair, overgrown beard and disheveled clothing didn’t fit the profile of Amanda’s killer. And he definitely wasn’t responsible for the murders in Vegas and San Francisco.

      Colin repeated his previous question. “What are you doing in this house?”

      Waving his arms at his sides, the man said, “It’s empty, isn’t it? I needed a place to crash.”

      Several pairs of footsteps charged up the stairs. “Michelle? Roarke? You up here?”

      Colin backed up to the door, keeping in front of her and keeping his gun trained on the homeless man. “In here.”

      His own gun drawn, Chief Evans barreled through the door almost knocking Michelle’s shoulder. “Face down. Prone position.”

      Colin lowered his weapon and shook his head. “I think he’s just a homeless guy camping out.”

      Another officer had joined the chief and shoved the stranger onto the hardwood floor. The cop dragged the man’s arms behind his body and snapped a pair of cuffs on him.

      The homeless man started whistling again.

      “We’ll take it from here, Roarke. Looks like we just might have our man.”

      Colin cleared his throat. “I think…”

      The chief hustled the stranger past Michelle and Colin. “We’ll handle it.”

      The man winked at Michelle as Chief Evans shoved him out the bedroom door. Another officer squeezed past Colin into the bedroom.

      “Did he have a weapon? Did he hide anything in here?”

      “We didn’t get that far. I think the dude’s just a homeless guy looking for some temporary shelter.”

      “Chief thinks we just nailed Amanda’s killer.” The officer pulled a pair of gloves out of his pocket. “I’m going to do a thorough search of the room. Thanks for your assistance. You can leave now. The chief knows you’re not officially on the Gunderson case, Roarke.”

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