But Not Forewarned: A Clint Wolf Novel (Clint Wolf Mystery Series Book 11) by BJ Bourg

Author:BJ Bourg [Bourg, BJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Death Shadow Press, LLC
Published: 2019-07-06T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

I sat drumming my fingers on the desk. So, that’s where Carl got the money to pay off his house. “Who’d you tell about this discovery?” I asked.

“No one.”

“Not a single soul?”

Philip Crenshaw shook his head. “No one.”

“What else was in the box?”

He hesitated ever so slightly, then shook his head. “Nothing. Well, except for some ancient cobwebs.”

Not convinced, I continued questioning him. I grilled him late into the night, but he remained steadfast in his denial. According to him, he hadn’t told a soul and he never saw Carl Duval again, nor had he been back out to the house.

“I cashed my check and that was the end of my dealings with him,” he said wearily for the umpteenth time at around three in the morning when I was wrapping up the interview. “I swear to God, I haven’t seen the man since.”

I sighed and wiped my tired face. More than once during the interview I’d glanced at the time on my computer and frowned, knowing I would not make it home in time to tell Gracie goodnight. Now, I would have to settle for a light kiss on her forehead. “Okay, Mr. Crenshaw, it’s time to get you booked into the jail.”

Philip came suddenly awake. “Jail? But I said I didn’t do it!”

“That remains to be determined, but you did try to rip off my shoulder with your car, so that necessitates a court appearance.” While he had committed a crime—a few of them, in fact—I really wasn’t interested in what he’d done yesterday afternoon. Other than a bruise on my shoulder, I hadn’t been hurt and I would be satisfied with him paying a small fine. However, I wanted to keep him on ice for as long as I could—just until I could be positive he wasn’t involved with the murder of Carl and his family.

“I can’t believe you’re going to put me in jail after how much I’ve helped you.” He glowered now, his voice losing its conversational tone. “Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have said a damn thing.”

“Well, I believe you’re still lying about some things,” I said flatly, “and if I don’t get my answers, you may never get out of jail.”

I knew I couldn’t hold him for long, but he didn’t need to know that. I wanted him to sleep in a cell for a minute to think about things, and to give me some time to interview his helper. I had a hard time believing he didn’t tell anyone about his discovery, and Nathan Baxter was as good a place to start as any. I remembered my time working in construction, and those guys told each other everything. Nothing was sacred. They told stories about their wives that would’ve gotten them killed had their brides found out.

Once Philip was locked in the cell, I finished my paperwork and made my way to the front of the station. Amy was sitting in the dispatcher’s office working on a report, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

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