No Alibi. Valerie Hansen

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СКАЧАТЬ Smith was waiting for her. He could tell by her crestfallen expression that she, too, had been denied a reprieve.

      All he said was “Hi.”

      “Hi. I thought you were headed back to work.”

      “I was. I decided to wait and see if you had any more success than I did.”

      “Nope. They told me a computer makes the selections and everyone has to take a turn. Now, it’s mine. And yours.”

      He nodded. “I apologize for snapping at you earlier. You caught me at a bad time.”

      “No problem.”

      Hoping she truly did forgive him, he watched her expression closely as he asked, “So, do you have time to cut my hair now?”

      “Not really. How about first thing tomorrow?”

      “Sounds good.”

      “We won’t all be picked to serve, you know,” Julie Ann said, shading her eyes from the sun to look up at him. “The county clerk assured me that most cases are settled by a plea bargain.”

      “I know. But since we both have very good reasons for not wanting to be chosen, what do you want to bet we are?”

      “I never bet,” she said with a soft laugh, “but I know exactly what you mean. Maybe I should plan on bringing my scissors to the jury waiting room and working there. I could use the extra business.”

      He was surprised by her upbeat attitude in the face of such trying circumstances. She had not always been that easygoing. Far from it. Perhaps maturity had mellowed her even more than he’d realized. The stubborn, rebellious teen he recalled from years ago would have pitched a royal fit.

      “Well, as long as you’re not mad, I’m satisfied,” Smith said. “Wouldn’t want a woman who stands behind me wielding sharp scissors to be holding a grudge.”

      “Smart man.”

      Julie Ann really had become more appealing, Smith mused, especially since she’d let her hair grow. Although she now kept that dark-honey-colored hair pulled back, there were always a few silky tendrils that escaped, falling across her cheeks and making her look even more attractive. The funny thing was, every time he saw her, his personal interest increased.

      Now that Smith had reached his early thirties, the difference in their ages had become less important than it had seemed seven or eight years ago when he’d escorted her to her senior prom. That one evening had caused him nothing but grief. If he hadn’t been deployed overseas shortly thereafter, there would have been no painless way to avoid Julie Ann. The dozens of mushy letters she’d written to him had been bad enough. Nothing had discouraged her. Not even his attempts to let her down easy.

      But things were very different now, weren’t they? His current dilemma was deciding whether or not to deepen the casual friendship they had finally developed and see if they might actually be right for each other.

      The last thing Smith wanted to do was explain to her brother, Ben, why she had developed another ridiculous crush on him. The first time had been bad enough. And since he’d promised he’d look after her while Ben and his unit remained abroad, Smith had no intention of going back on his word, even if that meant he had to protect her from himself.

      “See you tomorrow morning then,” she said, backing away. “Gotta run.”

      Pensive, Smith watched her safely cross the street and enter her shop before he turned to scan the rest of the square. The recently reelected sheriff, Harlan Allgood, was helping a handcuffed, shackled man clad in a bright orange jumpsuit out of a patrol car. Harlan was a good man, if a bit naive. Chances were, the skinny kid he had arrested was not nearly as nefarious as those cuffs and leg irons made him appear.

      Dismissing the sight, Smith thought about Julie Ann again and smiled. He’d get his hair cut first thing tomorrow morning, mostly as an excuse to see her.

      His smile grew into a lopsided grin. Everything would be fine as long as she didn’t notice that he really wasn’t in need of a trim.

      

      “They’ve arrested Lester’s stupid nephew and they’re lookin’ for Lester,” Denny dutifully reported, climbing into the familiar limo for the third Thursday night in a row.

      “I know.”

      “Got ’em for making moonshine, just like we planned.”

      “I know that, too.”

      “Word is, the Feds want Lester real bad and as soon as they catch him, he’s gonna be sent off to Little Rock for trial.”

      “I think not,” his well-dressed companion said. “I’m arranging to have him tried right here, first, for something else. The federal government can have whatever’s left of him when we’re done.”

      “No matter. It shouldn’t take long. I mean, what else can he be guilty of that matters around here?”

      “A crime that will definitely take precedence over running an illegal still.”

      “Like what?”

      “Like murder,” Evans said quietly, menacingly.

      “Lester? He’s quiet as a mouse. He’d never kill nobody.”

      “I didn’t say he did it, you fool. I said he was going to be tried for it.”

      “But who’s dead?”

      The smooth-talking businessman merely smiled. “That’s none of your concern, Denny. You’ve done your job and it’s over.” He reached a gloved hand into his suit coat’s inside pocket and withdrew a bulging envelope. “Here’s your fee. Now get out and get lost.”

      “Yes, sir.” The younger man did as he was instructed, slammed the car door, then leaned down to cup his hands around his mouth and shout through the closed window. “You never did tell me. Who’s Lester gonna be blamed for killin’?”

      On a simple hand signal from his boss, the limo driver dropped the car into gear and drove away from the scene.

      Evans was laughing to himself as he settled against the plush leather of the car’s rear seat and murmured softly, “You.”

      TWO

      By the time Smith arrived at her shop the next morning, Julie Ann was already upset by the rumors she’d heard. Forcing a smile, she shook out a plastic cape as she said, “Good morning.”

      “Morning.” He plopped into her chair and sighed while she wrapped the cape around his neck and prepared him for his haircut. His gaze was somber when it met hers in the mirror. “I take it you’ve heard.”

      “About Denny Hanford? Yes. It’s all over town. It’s hard to believe he was actually murdered.”

      Smith was nodding. “I didn’t believe it either, at first. They found him last night, by the storage yard out on Highway 9.”

      “Poor Denny. СКАЧАТЬ