Bayou Corruption by Robin Caroll

Author:Robin Caroll
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2008-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

When compared side by side, Missy couldn’t hold Alyssa’s pen.

Jackson sat across the table from the dispatcher, listening to her drone on and on about herself. The eleven o’clock lunch crowd apparently didn’t swarm the diner, much to Jackson’s disappointment. He’d have loved a distraction. So much for being nice and getting her out of the office.

“And you know I was crowned Ms. Lagniappe, right?” Missy shoved a French fry, drowned in ketchup, into her busy mouth.

“No, I wasn’t aware.”

She swallowed. Had she even bothered to chew her food? “Oh, yeah. Of course, that was many moons ago.” She gave a slow wink.

Didn’t the woman realize she’d passed the age of college coed pickup lines? He didn’t think he’d be able to finish his Reuben sandwich. “So, how’d a beauty queen become a sheriff’s dispatcher?” As much as she jabbered, if he could just get her on subject, surely she’d let some information loose.

Hopefully, information he could use.

“Oh. Well, back then we had a different sheriff, Roger Thibodeaux, who was a little sweet on me, if I do say so myself. Although he was much too old for my taste. I was only eighteen, you know.” She patted her dull hair. “He asked me to apply for the job when it opened up. I did, and I got it.”

“The rest is history?”

“Yeah. I miss ol’Roger, though. He was like a favorite uncle figure to me. He works over at the rice plant now.”

Focus, woman.

“You must love working at the police station, being on the inside of everything.”

Missy laughed, brass and phony. So unlike Alyssa’s throaty chuckles. “Just like I imagine you do, being a big-time reporter and all.”

“It has its moments.” He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “But this business with Bubba has me upset. Very.” He lowered his brows.

“Me, too. Did you know that he asked me out once?”

If his friend regained consciousness, Jackson would have a serious talk with Bubba about his taste in women. Or lack thereof.

“I just don’t get why the FBI haven’t found out anything yet.” He bit the bullet and reached across the table to lay his hand over hers. “It’s frustrating.”

“They’re trying, I suppose. Like, they’ve been checking up on Bubba’s hunting buddies.” She laid her other hand atop his and squeezed. “So far, they all have alibis.”

He resisted the urge to flinch from her calloused hands. “Surely they could find some of the open cases he was working on and see if there’s a link?”

“To date, they haven’t found anything really important.” Missy leaned close. “They couldn’t even figure out what happened to that missing evidence from storage.”

“What missing evidence?”

“Apparently, the sheriff had recently gotten some evidence on a case he was working on, cash at that, and logged it into the storage area. The night he was attacked, the evidence disappeared from storage.”

“Really?”

She nodded, her hairspray-plastered hair not moving. “And the FBI agents, cute as they are, didn’t even realize it until this morning.” She shook her head.

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