Death Deserved by Sellers L. J

Author:Sellers, L. J. [Sellers, L. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, thriller, Suspense
ISBN: 9781503936843
Amazon: 1503936848
Goodreads: 29057909
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2016-07-19T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Thursday, December 3, 2:35 p.m.

Jackson pulled into the Cascade Plaza, a nursing home set in the middle of a residential area in North Eugene, and looked around for Schak’s car. Not seeing it, he grabbed a parking place and climbed out. As if on cue, drenching rain poured from the dark sky. He grabbed his overcoat and umbrella from the car before locking it. He hated to be burdened with anything extra, but it was too damn cold to let himself get soaked. As he headed for the entrance, Schak hustled up the walkway from the other direction. His partner wore a fedora, something he rarely did, and the sight made Jackson smile.

Schak had located Darby Sigler at his place of employment and called to update Jackson. Schak hadn’t asked for backup, but Jackson was eager to talk to the one person who might have witnessed the shootings. They still had a couple of hours before the task force meeting.

“Hey,” Schak said, as they met and turned toward the nursing home.

“Any background on this guy I should know about?”

“A criminal-mischief charge when he was eighteen and a DUI at twenty-one. Nothing that worries me.”

“Good. We’re due for a cooperative witness. By the way, what does Sigler drive?”

“A green Ford.” Schak pointed to a dented car in the back of the lot.

“That doesn’t match the vehicle the neighbor saw leaving. Someone else was there.”

They reached the doors and entered.

“He could be our killer,” Schak reminded him. “He was at the scene, and the person who reports the bodies often is the perp.”

“I know. But that applies mostly to domestics and family killings.” Jackson stopped at the reception area, a narrow chest-high counter.

A woman in purple scrubs looked up. “How can I help you?”

He introduced himself and Schak, then said, “We want to talk to Darby Sigler. He’s not in trouble, but he may have witnessed something. Still, we don’t want you to warn him. Can you get Sigler into a private room where we can ask some questions?”

“Uhh, suuure.” She spoke slowly, as if trying to form a plan and doubting her ability to do so. “Let me check with my boss about using the admin room.”

They waited a full five minutes, without speaking. Jackson checked his phone. Messages from Sophie, which he ignored. When the nursing assistant came back, she led them into a space the size of a walk-in closet, occupied by a copier, a tiny laminated table, and two plastic chairs.

“I’ll go get Darby.” She started to leave, then turned back. “Keep in mind that he’s caring for patients, and we don’t really have anyone to cover for him.”

Jackson nodded. He sympathized with her concerns, but the patients were not his responsibility.

“Cheeky of her,” Schak said, when the door closed.

“It was. But I hear these places are always understaffed.”

“I’ll shoot myself before I let anyone put me in a nursing home.” Schak was dead serious.

“The caregivers of the world are delighted to hear that.”

“Bite me.”

Jackson laughed. “Kera says law-enforcement people make the worst patients.

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