Charlaine Harris - [Harper Connelly 01] by Grave Sight v4

Author:Grave Sight v4
Language: eng
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smirk. I smacked him lightly and got up, hanging my purse on my shoulder. “Jerk,” I said, smiling.

“You two gonna go watch the sidewalks roll up?”

“No, we’re going to a gospel singing on the courthouse lawn, evidently.” When Tolliver raised his eyebrows, I said seriously, “It’s the last one of the season.” He laughed out loud.

I felt a little ashamed of myself, though, and when we were going back to the motel I said, “He’s a nice guy, Tolliver. I like him.”

“I know,” he said. “I know you do.”

nine

WE talked about approaching Vernon McCluskey when we were back at the motel. I was redoing my fingernails in a deep brown, and Tolliver was working a puzzle in a New York Times Sunday crossword collection. I knew what I was getting Tolliver for Christmas: some book containing the Hebrew alphabet.

The Hebrew alphabet was a major feature of crossword puzzles, at least according to Tolliver, and he was totally ignorant about it. I might get him a world atlas, too. That way, if the question was “river in Siberia” he could damn well look it up, instead of asking me.

“Why are we talking to this asshole?” Tolliver asked. “He’s made it clear he wants us out of here. Do we really need to find out about Helen Hopkins’ relationship to her ex-husband? Why don’t we just lie low until the sheriff lets us go? How long can he actually keep us here? Not long. One phone call to a lawyer, and we’re out of here.”

I looked at Tolliver, the polish brush suspended over my little fingernail. “We don’t want to be remembered here as people who were released because they couldn’t find anything to pin on us, do we?

You know how we operate. People will be calling Branscom to find out what kind of job we did. They’ll ask him how cooperative we were. We need to look as though we’re taking him seriously, that we’re trying to get to the bottom of these deaths, too. That we care.”

“Do we care?” He tossed his pencil on top of the crossword puzzle book. “I think you do.”

I hesitated, taken aback by what sounded very much like an accusation. “It bothers you?”

“That depends on what you care about.”

“I kind of liked Helen Hopkins,” I said at last, very carefully. “So, yeah, I’m upset that someone cracked her skull. I care that two young people were shot, that they died out in the woods, that people think the boy killed her and then himself. That’s not what happened.”

“Do you feel like they’re asking you to investigate?”

“They?”

“The dead people.”

I felt a big light bursting behind my eyeballs. “No,” I said. “Not at all. Nobody knows better than I do

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that dead is dead. They’re not wanting anything. Well, maybe Helen Hopkins was, but now she’s released.”

“You don’t feel an obligation?”

I polished my little fingernail. “Nope. We did what we were paid for. I don’t like thinking about someone getting away with murder, but I’m not a cop, either.

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