Legally Binding. Ann Voss Peterson

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СКАЧАТЬ man turned his attention back to Lindsey. “If too much time has passed since Bart took those drugs, they won’t show up on the screens.”

      Lindsey worried her bottom lip between straight white teeth. “I thought it took twenty-four hours for the drug to clear.”

      “That’s right. But Bart’s a big boy, so it might take a lot less.”

      A weight descended on Bart’s chest. The clock on the wall of Doc’s little examination room read six o’clock. Twenty-one hours had already passed since his last memory of the saloon. If Doc was right about his size making the time shorter, they were cutting it close. Damn close.

      He glanced at Lindsey and closed his fingers tighter around the plastic cup. “I’ll be right back.”

      She nodded. Judging from the worry creases digging into that pretty forehead, she’d noticed the time as well. If the substance was no longer in his system, he couldn’t prove he was drugged. And if he couldn’t prove his amnesia was real, he wouldn’t have much of a defense, no matter how pretty and smart his lawyer was.

      BART HELD THE DOOR of the Hit ’Em Again Saloon for Lindsey and followed her inside. The place was nearly empty except for a couple of regulars at the pool table, the cowboys and working men who filled the place nightly still hard at work this early in the evening. On the jukebox, Dale Watson belted out a real country song, the music echoing off the empty postage-stamp dance floor.

      They crossed to the oak bar and bellied up. The smell of stale cigarette smoke warred with the bleach-like smell of bar sanitizer, but it was the soft scent of roses that held Bart’s attention. He leaned closer to Lindsey and took a deep breath.

      “You don’t usually drink beer this early, Bart. Need a little hair of the dog that bit you?” Wade Lansing pushed through the swinging door leading back to the kitchen and took his usual spot behind the bar. Despite his flip statement, Bart could see the worry lining his friend’s face. Worry focused on him.

      Bart glanced at Lindsey. “Lindsey, this is Wade Lansing, the owner of this fine establishment.”

      “You mean beer joint,” Wade said.

      “Beer joint with the best food west of the Mississippi,” Bart threw in.

      Wade grinned. “Nice to see you again, Lindsey.” Wade cleared a couple of highball glasses from the bar, the gold band on his finger shining in the bar’s dim light.

      “I thought you and Kelly were supposed to be on your honeymoon by now,” Bart said.

      “I’m training a kid to take over this place while I’m gone. Don’t want to come back to find the till empty and the building burned to the ground.”

      Lindsey nodded. “Kelly said the two of you are planning to go to Hawaii. Sounds wonderful.”

      “We could go anywhere as far as I’m concerned. As long as Kelly is with me, I’m happy. I’m glad to hear you’re representing Bart here, Lindsey. It’ll keep me from worrying.” He zeroed in on Bart. The grin turning his lips faded. “The whole town is talking about you.”

      “I didn’t kill Jeb, Wade.”

      “I know that. But Hurley Zeller doesn’t share my opinion. He was in here as soon as I opened, asking questions.”

      “Damn.” Bart grimaced. Hurley sure had a leg up on them. Bart still didn’t have a clue what had happened. He hoped Wade could give them some answers.

      Lindsey set her briefcase on the bar, opened it and pulled out a pad of paper and pen. “We’d appreciate anything you can tell us about last night, Wade.”

      “Like what you told Hurley,” Bart said.

      “I didn’t tell that prick anything.”

      Bart couldn’t keep the grin off his face. Wade might be happily married, but he still hadn’t shed his distrust for authority.

      “What do you remember seeing?” Lindsey asked.

      “I set up a few bottles of beer and served Bart up some chili. Then I had to duck out to change some big bills.” Wade grabbed a dirty glass and plunged it up and down on a dishwashing contraption made of spinning brushes located in a sink behind the bar. “When I got back, you were fall-down drunk, Bart. I figured you must have been doing some serious whiskey-drinking while I was gone. Though I’ve never known you to drink more than a few beers.”

      Bart and Lindsey exchanged looks. Wade’s description jibed with their theory that Bart was drugged. Unfortunately, it could also be a description of a man who’d simply sucked down too much whiskey.

      “Who served drinks while you were gone?” Lindsey asked.

      “The kid I’m training to fill in for me.” Wade jotted something on a cocktail napkin and handed it to Lindsey before resuming glass-washing. “That’s his name and number. He has tonight off, but otherwise you can also find him here.”

      “Thanks.” Lindsey stowed the napkin in her briefcase. “When did Bart leave and who did he leave with?”

      Wade stopped the plunging motion and glanced up at Bart. “Blackout?”

      Bart nodded.

      Wade looked at Lindsey. “The place was hopping last night, but best I can remember, he left around midnight. I just assumed he rode back to the ranch with his foreman, Gary Tuttle, same way he came. I can ask around tonight, see if anyone saw different.” Wade dipped the glass in the sink full of sanitizer and set in on a mat to drip-dry. “Are you going to tell me what was going on last night, Bart? You aren’t one to drink till you black out.”

      “We think Bart was drugged,” Lindsey supplied. “Maybe Rohypnol or something similar.”

      Wade didn’t look surprised. “There’s something strange going on in Mustang Valley. First Andrew and now this.”

      Bart couldn’t agree more. The revelation that Andrew McGovern had been murdered by Mustang Valley’s mayor had been a shock. And now Jeb. Two murders in two months. Not to mention the mayor’s fatal car accident. “The problem is, I don’t know if I can prove I was drugged. Hurley might have kept me tied up in jail too long for the tests to show the drug in my system.”

      “What if you could find the bottles you were drinking out of?”

      Lindsey leaned toward Wade. “You said the bar was busy last night. There must be hundreds of bottles. Can you really find the ones Bart drank out of?”

      “My friend here has an annoying habit of peeling the label off every bottle of beer he drinks.” He glanced at his watch. “This place will be full of cowboys soon, so I don’t have time to look. But if you want to sort through the bottle bins out back, be my guest.”

      “It’s worth a shot.” Lindsey looked to Bart. “Do you want to help me search through empty beer bottles?”

      “I’ll sort through a thousand bottles if it will help prove I didn’t kill Jeb.”

      “Then let’s get started.”

      They slid off their bar stools СКАЧАТЬ