In Seconds. Brenda Novak

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СКАЧАТЬ phones were still an important form of communication, which meant that call could’ve come from anyone. And that particular location, right outside the town’s favorite bar, made it unlikely that a bystander would pay attention when someone was using it.

      “So you’re checking out Gertie and Delbert,” Myles summarized. “Who else is on your list?”

      “All the hunters, campers, fishermen and recreationists who’ve come through here the past couple of days.”

      Myles eyed the blood spatter on the wall. The photographs shot by the forensic techs would be sent to an expert. But it would take time to get the analysis. Everything took time…?. “How many people do you figure that is?”

      “Least fifty.”

      “That narrows it down.”

      Jared didn’t react to his sarcasm. “We got a partial thumbprint—in blood—on the door handle. That should help. Especially in conjunction with all the footprints.”

      Except that none of them were very clear. They’d lifted the prints with tape but who knew if they’d show anything useful. “If we find a suspect these things might help. Otherwise…”

      “If it’s not Gertie or Delbert it’s one of the campers.”

      “Why would a camper call about a rental and then kill the real-estate agent?”

      “Sometimes there isn’t a reason.”

      “You think we have a psychopath in the area?”

      “It’s a possibility.”

      “I don’t know about that. Pat wasn’t attacked as soon as he and whoever he was with came into the house. He was murdered in the kitchen—as if he spent some time with his assailant, had a discussion first. If death was the goal from the beginning, there’d be no reason to pretend to be a prospective renter. Not once the killer got inside the house anyway.”

      “So you’re suggesting he knew his attacker,” Jared responded.

      Which was why Jared kept going back to Pat’s family. “There are holes in that theory, too,” Myles said. “Anyone who showed up here intending to kill would bring a weapon. This offender used some sort of blunt object. To me, that suggests he grabbed whatever was close at hand.” Myles wasn’t sure what that was. A rock? Part of a tree branch? A hammer? He was relying on the autopsy to reveal more about the wounds Pat had sustained and what could’ve caused them.

      “But if the murder resulted from a spontaneous act, a sudden flare of temper, why couldn’t Delbert be our man?”

      “He could. Except that Pat wouldn’t have driven over here to meet Delbert. What would be the point?”

      “Delbert could’ve lured him here under false pretenses.”

      “We just established that this wasn’t a planned killing. The evidence doesn’t support it.”

      Jared scratched his chin. “Do you know how hard it is to solve a truly random crime, with no eyewitnesses? If our offender was a visitor to the area, we might never narrow it down.”

      “Exactly what I’m afraid of.”

      Putting his pad in his coat pocket, Jared turned to leave.

      “Where are you going?” Myles asked him.

      “I’m meeting Linda at the Golden Griddle.”

      Linda Gardiner was the other investigator Myles had assigned to the case.

      “We’re hoping to come up with a list of people who used the pay phone yesterday when Pat received that call,” Jared went on.

      The Golden Griddle was across the street from the bar. Anyone there would have a clear view of the pay phone—if he or she happened to look. But that restaurant only served breakfast. “It closes at one. The call came in shortly after two.”

      “True, but it takes the waitresses an hour or so to clean up. If we’re lucky, one of them saw someone at that pay phone while she was getting into her car and can at least give us a description.”

      If we’re lucky. What if they weren’t?

      They’d have nothing but a body.

      5

      Heartbroken, Vivian gaped at the screen.

      “Mommy?”

      She could hear her daughter calling her but Mia’s voice sounded small and tinny, as if it came through the dark tunnel of a dream. Vivian didn’t react, couldn’t react. She was frozen in time and space. It wasn’t until her daughter came up and tapped her arm that she was able to blink and look away. And then the many years of practice she’d had hiding her fear and disappointment from her children came to her rescue, and she managed to conceal her reaction to what she’d just read. “Yes?”

      Mia’s eyebrows knotted. “Why wouldn’t you answer?”

      “I was concentrating on something else.” She wondered if Mia was getting old enough to see through her smile. She would at some point, wouldn’t she? Vivian was screaming inside: This isn’t fair! Not again! Not Rex!

      “Oh.” With a shrug of her thin shoulders, Mia let it go. Nothing bothered her for long. “Watch me, okay? I’ll show you my new dance.”

      Mia was taking ballet lessons and, much to Jake’s chagrin, she often made up her own routines and insisted on performing them, even in public.

      Vivian schooled her features into a pleasant expression as Mia leaped and twirled. No music played, but that didn’t diminish Mia’s enthusiasm. She danced just to move and she did it whenever the mood struck her. Costumes were more important to her than music, but this morning she hadn’t bothered to change into the tutu she sometimes wore all day.

      Vivian believed her daughter had real talent, but ballet was far from her thoughts right now. The terror that’d begun to advance on her when she heard about Pat’s murder raced up to smack her right in the face as the meaning of what she’d just read went through her mind.

      Rex is missing…Rex is missing…Rex is missing…

      Where? How? Was he dead?

      No, that couldn’t be. She was still in love with him. Maybe. Or maybe she only wished for what could’ve been. Even if her feelings weren’t quite that strong—even if desperation, familiarity and the need for a safe harbor had brought them together in the first place—he’d been a good friend and a talented lover, relief from the loneliness that had plagued her both before and after their breakup.

      “Do you like it, Mommy?” Mia sang out.

      Vivian’s face ached with the effort of maintaining her smile. “Of course. It’s beautiful.”

      Beaming at the compliment, Mia lengthened her performance by stringing other routines together, ones she’d been taught in class that Vivian easily recognized. “Aren’t you going to clap?”

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