A Killing Secret by Robert E. Dunn

Author:Robert E. Dunn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Published: 2019-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

My borrowed truck’s windows were crusted with sleet and powdered over with crisp snow. The air was so cold it felt sticky in my lungs as I breathed. Opening the door was a two-handed struggle. I started the engine and let it run a while before I tried scraping the windshield.

The weather had dimmed the ardor of the news media. There were still a few reporters around the SO but they were staying in their vehicles. Waiting for the engine to warm and loosen the ice, I tried to keep warm by kicking away chunks of frozen mud from the truck’s body. I couldn’t imagine what Orson had gotten into or why he had been out in this mess to begin with.

I pulled the scraper from under the seat and tackled the windshield. The spot directly above the vents was loose. A sharp rap broke the skin and let me get the plastic edge going. With my first hard thrust the ice flaked and flew up in a cold spray.

“That’s cold work,” someone said.

I looked up. One of the reporters was standing near the opposite fender. Her name was Erin Gray. She worked for the NBC affiliate in Springfield.

“How’d you sneak up on me, Erin?” I asked and kept on scraping.

“I didn’t. You weren’t paying attention.” She pulled a microphone from her pocket and pointed it in my direction.

I chipped up a sharp corner of ice, then shoved the scraper blade as far as I could reach over the glass.

“May I talk to you?” she asked, stepping away from the flakes.

“Go right ahead.”

“You know what I mean, Hurricane.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Would you do an on-camera interview with us?”

I stopped my work to look at her. Erin had interviewed me before, always about safe topics—safety of area tourists, the rise or fall of local drug activity. I was sure this request had nothing to do with softball news.

“Why would I do that?” I asked.

“You want to get your side out, don’t you?”

“My side of what?”

“A triangle.”

“Get out of here,” I said.

Erin didn’t flinch. She took her other hand from her coat pocket and held up a small recorder. “You should hear this.”

She pressed the play button. Erin’s voice came out. It sounded tinny from the small speaker but I could hear the words clearly.

“You’ve made some tough accusations against Bill Blevins,” said Erin, “the sheriff of Taney County. What support do you have for them?”

Then came Sissy Fisher’s voice. “I have Rose’s journal.”

“Is the sheriff mentioned in it by name?”

“In the journal Rose talked about her problems. She wrote about being afraid of being pregnant. She talked about the inspiration behind her song, ‘You Took What Wasn’t Yours.’ And the fear she had that he would take more if things didn’t change.”

“How do you know she was talking about Bill Blevins?”

“The change she was looking for. Rose said that everything would be different once Billy was sheriff.”

Erin clicked the recorder off. “Do you have any comment?”

“No.”

“You have a relationship with the sheriff, don’t you?” she pressed.

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