Silent Witness. Leona Karr

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      “I know we can’t launch a full investigation until we have something concrete,” Ryan replied quickly. “But my concern is the boy may be in jeopardy while we’re trying to establish if he really did witness a crime.”

      “Somebody could be intending to shut him up,” Toby agreed. “Maybe you ought to keep him under surveillance for a few days. At least until I get the lab work done.”

      Ryan nodded. “Will you clear that with the chief?”

      “I can try,” Toby replied wryly. They both knew it would depend upon what kind of mood Police Chief Peterson was in when they made the request. “I don’t think he’d want to leave the boy vulnerable to a possible killer.”

      “I don’t think so either. I’ll find an excuse for sticking around.”

      “I’m sure you will,” Toby said with a teasing smile. “Are there any good-looking women around?”

      “One that I know of,” Ryan admitted, but he wasn’t all that sure the attractive Marian Richards would be happy about having an unexpected bodyguard underfoot. They’d have to find an acceptable reason for his presence for at least the next couple of days.

      

      WHEN RYAN APPEARED in the office doorway, Marian’s whole body stiffened.

      “May I come in?” he asked politely.

      “Yes, of course.” She couldn’t tell anything from his expression. Motioning to a nearby chair, she said, “Have a seat.”

      “Thanks, but I need to talk to Scotty. Where will I find him?”

      His polite but official smile irritated her. She decided that if he wasn’t intending to keep her informed, she’d better set him straight right now. “What more do you need to ask him?”

      She wasn’t prepared for his deep chuckle. “You’re quite the guard dog, aren’t you?”

      “When I need to be.”

      He made a gesture of mock surrender. “Well, I guess you’d better come along then. I might need a witness in case I’m accused of child cruelty.”

      She knew he was teasing her, but she didn’t care. Establishing her authority came natural to her. More than once she knew she had been referred to as Miss Ironsides.

      “Rest period is just about ending,” she said as she looked at her watch. “Scotty should still be on his bunk. I told our male teacher, Rob Harmon, to keep an eye on him.”

      “Good. Maybe Scotty’s had time to remember a few more things.”

      As they made their way upstairs, she struggled with a growing impatience. What had the forensic examiner discovered? Why did Ryan want to question Scotty again?

      A wave of children came pouring into the hall and down the stairs. An hour of outdoor activity was scheduled before dinner.

      There were four bedrooms on both the second and third floors. Nancy and the nurse shared the large master suite on the second floor and two girls were assigned to each of the remaining three rooms. The same arrangement was made on the third floor for Rob and six boys. Marian knew they had to move quickly if they wanted to catch Scotty before he bolted down the stairs with the others.

      She wondered if he’d gotten by them when the third floor echoed with emptiness as they walked by the vacant rooms. Her chest tightened when they reached the last one, but a wave of relief swept through her when they looked through the door and saw Scotty sitting on the edge of the top bunk, his legs dangling over the side.

      Marian knew he’d picked this room because of the bunk bed. He’d made it clear that he didn’t want “one of them sissy twin beds.”

      “Did you have a nice rest, Scotty?” she asked brightly when he sensed their presence and looked up. She knew the question was an inane one, but she was desperately trying to keep the moment as light as possible.

      All color left Scotty’s face as he glared at Ryan coming in behind her. He looked frightened, as if he expected the policeman to have a pair of handcuffs ready for him.

      “Detective Darnell just wants to ask you a few more questions,” she assured him.

      Ryan held up two fingers as he stood in front of Scotty. “Two questions. Answer them and you can go outside and play games with the others. Okay?”

      Scotty slowly nodded, a guarded look in his eyes.

      “Did you see a car parked anywhere in the trees when you walked to the cabin?”

      Scotty stared past Ryan’s shoulder for a moment before he shook his head.

      “Tell me, what did the dead man look like? Old? Young? His clothes? The color of his hair? Anything?”

      Scotty sent Marian a frantic look, like someone backed into a corner. “I don’t remember nothing.”

      She was ready to jump on Ryan for overloading the question, but he was already reassuring the boy. “If you remember anything later, Scotty, tell me. It could be important.”

      At that moment, Rob hurried into the room and seemed surprised to see Marian and Ryan there. “I’ve been busy getting things ready for a game of kick ball and came back to get him.”

      Scotty must have read the teacher’s lips about kick ball, because he slid off the bunk and started toward the door.

      “Is it all right?” Rob asked as he put a restraining hand on Scotty’s arm.

      Marian gave Ryan a questioning look.

      “Great idea,” he readily responded with a smile. “I think Scotty would love having a chance to kick something right about now.”

      After they were gone, Marian turned quickly to Ryan and demanded, “What did the forensic officer find?”

      “Is there someplace we can talk privately?”

      “My office—”

      He shook his head. “Too many interruptions and we don’t want anyone eavesdropping.”

      “Why all the need for privacy?” she asked, frowning. “If Rock Creek is anything like every other small town, the fact that a law officer was at the Wentworth estate will be tomorrow’s gossip.”

      “True,” he agreed. “But we can orchestrate the gossip to be what we want.”

      “How do we do that?”

      “We put a spin on the truth,” he said as he put a guiding hand on her arm as they walked down the hall to the stairs.

      The only place Marian could think of that was off-limits to everyone was her own private quarters, which were on the ground floor near the solarium.

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