Haunting Corpse by Paty Jager

Author:Paty Jager
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Murder mystery investigation, dreams visions mysticism, spirits angels, paranormal detective, Nez Perce grandmother, small town amateur sleuth, Native American mysteries
Publisher: Windtree Press
Published: 2017-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Ryan entered the Huckleberry Police Station and was handed a sheet of papers.

“What’s this?” he asked Officer Blane.

“The information on the two men Deputy Speaks brought in.” He was grinning like he’d collared a serial killer.

“That was fast.”

“When we put in the name of the owner on the vehicle registration, it popped up Toby Brown. The photo matched. The information in the system said he had priors with Doobie Smith. Put his name in, and boom, there was the other guy. Pulled up their priors.”

“Who is in the interview room?” Ryan glanced through the list of priors.

“Doobie. He seemed like the slowest of the two.” Blane winked and walked back to his desk.

Ryan shook his head. The young man had a lot to learn about police work, but he’d pulled together the paperwork Ryan needed for his questioning.

He entered the interview room. Doobie was sitting in the chair, his arms to his sides, his gaze on a spot on the ceiling. Speaks stood inside the door watching him.

“I want a lawyer,” Doobie said when Ryan sat in the chair across from him.

“Deputy Speaks would you bring a phone in here so Mr. Smith can make a phone call?” Ryan watched the scrawny, dirty man in front of him.

“How did you know my name?”

“Toby told me. He said you were the one with the idea to torch the diner last night.” Ryan had to get the man talking before Speaks came back with a phone. He knew the deputy would take his time, but he didn’t know how gullible Smith was going to be.

“That was his idea. I wanted to go in and take that box from them.”

“What box?” Ryan asked.

His small dilated eyes bounced around in his eyes sockets. “The box. The one the old broad talked about.”

“What was in the box? Money? Jewelry?” Ryan’s mind went to the man’s unkempt hair and the thought when he shook, fleas could fly out.

Smith shook his head, but not vigorously. “Naw. Something the boss wanted destroyed.”

“Boss? Toby said he was the boss.” Ryan didn’t mind using misinformation to make a killer or thief talk.

The man laughed, showing nasty brown teeth. He not only didn’t take baths, it appeared he didn’t take care of his teeth either. But then, he’d been living in a car.

“Toby ain’t no boss. He bosses me around, but he don’t call the shots. Mr. Barsotti does.” As if saying the name jogged his memory, the man’s face paled and his eyes searched the room. “You ain’t going to tell anyone I said that, are you?”

“It’s just between you and me. Why did the boss want the box?” Ryan could be this man’s friend until he got the information he needed.

“Don’t know. He just said, get the box and destroy it.” He grinned. “We didn’t get it, but we destroyed it.”

“You set a business on fire. That’s arson.”

“We didn’t kill no one. We seen them leave the building. All three of ’em.”

A shiver raced up Ryan’s spine. Shandra had just stepped out of the building they’d set on fire.

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