But Not For Vengeance: A Clint Wolf Novel (Clint Wolf Mystery Series Book 23) by BJ Bourg

Author:BJ Bourg [Bourg, BJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Death Shadow Press, LLC
Published: 2022-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 31

As soon as I turned off of the pasture road and headed north on Old Blackbird Highway, I was dialing Susan’s phone. She had been coordinating the efforts with the sheriff’s office to seal off the town. When she answered, I told her what we thought about the suspects trying to get Wesley’s truck out of town.

“They planted Max’s truck to make us stop looking,” I explained. “This was planned from the beginning. It was how they were gonna get out of here with Wesley’s truck.”

“If what you’re saying is true,” she said deliberatively, “then they didn’t just steal the truck to use as a weapon—they planned on keeping it.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“But what’s so special about this truck, Clint? Out of all the trucks in the world, why this one?”

“I don’t have an answer for you yet,” I admitted, suddenly remembering the spare key. “Did you ever get to talk to Mr. Chouest about Wesley’s spare key?”

“No, we got called to come out here to mess with this truck,” she said, “but I’ll head there as soon as I’m done here.”

“Oh, and put the deputies at the checkpoint on high alert,” I said hurriedly. “They need to be ready for anything, including a ramming attack. They’ve already run down twenty-one people, so what’s a few more?”

“So, we think he’s got an accomplice now?”

I told her about the possible involvement of a dirt bike, and how we needed to keep our eyes out for one.

“Amy and I are heading to Bayou View Pub to look at their cameras,” I explained. “We think the suspects were casing Max’s house and they followed him yesterday when he left to go hunting. And it didn’t really matter where he was going—he was losing his truck yesterday, or they weren’t stealing Wesley’s truck, because they needed a patsy vehicle. If we can get a good description of the dirt bike, I’ll pass it on.”

“Wait a minute,” Susan said, her voice laced with disappointment. “Bayou View Pub doesn’t have any video cameras.”

“They do now,” I said with a smile. “I saw them when I was across the street at Max’s house.”

“What if they’re dummy cameras?”

I groaned. That would be my luck.

As soon as I ended the call with Susan, I called Melvin. He answered on the second ring, and he did so just as I was pulling up to Max’s house. I quickly thanked Max for his help and asked Melvin if he’d found anything.

I saw Max take a deep breath and let it all out in a long sigh of relief when Amy and I drove off. He had probably thought that we would change our minds—or that we were lying to him—when we said we wouldn’t arrest him or call the game warden for him having killed the deer out of season.

“I didn’t find anything along the trail,” Melvin said in response to my question, “but Regan located a few drops of blood along the shoulder of the road. Vanessa did a presumptive test on it and it’s human.

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