But Not Forborne: A Clint Wolf Novel (Clint Wolf Mystery Series Book 10) by BJ Bourg

Author:BJ Bourg [Bourg, BJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Death Shadow Press, LLC
Published: 2019-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

When I reached the Murdock home, I parked on the northbound shoulder of the highway. It was almost one o’clock and the place looked dead. I slipped out of my Tahoe and strode across the highway, heading for the open tent. I could see a figure in the far corner sitting at a table, using a flashlight to illuminate something. It was too far away and too dark, but I was almost positive it was Susan.

I was right.

“Hey, Sue, what’s up?”

“Hey,” she mumbled, not taking her eyes off the map in front of her. She was tracing a line between two points with an orange highlighter, and she didn’t even slow down.

I scanned the area under the tent. We were alone. The closed tent was nearby and I knew our words would travel, so I kept my voice low.

“I’d like to talk about what’s bugging you,” I said.

“Nothing’s bugging me.”

“Come on.” My voice was louder than I intended. “Tell me it’s none of my business, but don’t tell me it’s nothing. I’m not stupid.”

“I didn’t say you were stupid.”

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

“Now’s not the time.”

“Why do you get to decide the right time?” I asked. “I think right now’s a great time to get this out in the open.”

She looked up and her eyes flashed. She’d never looked at me that way before. “You want to do this now? Do you?”

I nodded, wondering what I was getting myself into.

“Very well, then.” She dropped her highlighter and reached for her back pocket. When her hand reappeared, it was holding her phone. I scowled, wondering what it was that she was about to show me.

After navigating her thumbs across her touch screen, she turned it in my direction and plopped it on the table.

“Explain that,” she said curtly.

I picked up her phone and saw that it was a short string of text messages, which began with Susan asking for a status of the search at Francis Fitch’s house. I didn’t immediately recognize the phone number from which the replies came, but it was clearly from an officer out at the scene because the response was thorough and it listed all of the items that were seized as evidence.

I looked from the phone to Susan. “What’s this got to do with me?”

“Just keep reading.”

I continued scrolling through and it was more of the same—until I reached the very last message, which had been sent to Susan’s phone at six o’clock yesterday afternoon. My blood ran cold when I read the message:

Hey, Clint. It was sooo good catching up with you. Thx for buying me dinner. You didn’t have to do that—it was supposed to be my treat. Anyway, I don’t know about you, but it seemed like we picked up right where we left off. Don’t be a stranger. Call me next time you come to La Mort so we can ‘catch up’ again. xoxo

“Holy shit,” was all I could mutter for a few long seconds. Finally, I handed her the phone and shook my head.

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