Final Justice by Hagan Patricia

Author:Hagan, Patricia [Hagan, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2013-01-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Again Luke was hiding in Milburn Smith's azaleas, but this time he wasn't there to spy on the funeral home. Instead, he was waiting for Dennis Blum to bring Murline Pruitt home from bowling. Her driveway ran alongside Milburn's hedges, giving Luke a good view. When they arrived, Dennis switched off the headlights before turning in so Murline's husband, Thurman, wouldn't know they were there.

Luke could hear everything going on because the car windows were down. Murline was giggling. "Oh, Dennis, you're such a bad boy. You know we can't do it here. Thurman might see the car."

"He didn't the last time."

"But..."

"Didn't you tell me he stays so glued to the television he wouldn't hear a freight train going through the yard? Now come on, sugar pie. You've been teasing me all night long, shaking that cute little bottom of yours when you got up to bowl, 'cause you know it drives me crazy..."

It got quiet, except for sounds of heavy breathing, then fumbling noises as they maneuvered for just the right position. Dennis cursed when he jammed his butt against the gear shift, and Murline complained he was breaking her neck by pushing her so hard into the door.

Luke's eyes were adjusted to the darkness, and he was able to see one of Murline's feet sticking out a window. Something hit the ground, and she said, "My shoe fell off."

"Get it later."

The car was rocking, Dennis was grunting, and Murline was moaning. They were too lost in each other to notice Luke as he crept through the hedge to retrieve the shoe. Never in a million years would he have thought Dennis was ballsy enough to screw Thurman's wife right in the man's own driveway. Square from the word go, everything about Dennis was straight-laced. He was pushing forty, had never been married, and lived with his widowed mother. His clothes were dull and plain, he combed his hair back slick, and his glasses were thick as the bottom of a Coke bottle. He had never missed a day's work behind the pharmacy counter at Dixie Drugs. His only recreation was bowling every Monday night, and, so it seemed, humping Murline Pruitt.

Luke was also surprised at Murline because there had never been so much as a breath of scandal about her that he knew of. They had gone to school together, and all he remembered about her was that she always made the honor roll. He couldn't recall her ever going out with anybody, but it stood to reason she and Thurman, who was dull as she was, would wind up together. He ran a radio and TV repair shop. They had one kid, a boy around six. They attended the First Methodist Church where Murline sang in the choir and Thurman was a deacon. She was active in the PTA, and he went fishing a lot. They were the picture of a wholesome, happy family, except...

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As part of the Hampton family's effort to appear magnanimous to the common folk, the mill awarded a scholarship to a business college in Birmingham every year.

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