Key to a Murder by Vicki Vass

Author:Vicki Vass [Vass, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Anne accepted the free warm glazed doughnut and then ordered another. While she fished for her wallet, CC went over to talk to the sheriff. CC noticed his sidearm was a revolver, not the standard issue automatic 9 mm. The lines in his face served as markers for the trouble he had seen. “Sheriff, we need help,” she said.

He ran a hand through his white crew cut. He sipped his coffee and set down his cup. He glanced CC over. She was drenched, caked in mud. “What’ve you been up to?”

“There was an accident, not really an accident. A pick-up truck ran into my VW van,” CC said as Anne brought her a cup of coffee and her free doughnut.

“I need to see your driver’s license.”

“I left my purse inside my van.”

“Where’s your van?”

CC became flustered. “The van is stuck on the access road past that field. A pick-up truck slammed into it and chased us through the cornfield.”

The sheriff looked over CC again and took another sip of his coffee. “Ma’am, you might want to sit down. You look like you’re in shock.”

CC raised her voice. “In shock. Yes, I’m in shock. We were chased through a cornfield in the middle of a rainstorm by a maniac trying to run us over.”

“Did you get a look at the other vehicle?”

“No, but I know it was a pick-up truck.”

“How do you know that?”

“It had rail lights above the cab. All I could see were the headlights and the rail lights on top of the cab. It was a big pickup truck by the height of the top lights.”

“Not much to go on.” He finished his coffee, put a single on the table and stood up.

“Aren’t you going to call somebody? Do something?” CC asked.

“I’m going to call you a paramedic to make sure you two are okay.”

“We’re not hurt. We’re fine but. . .”

“I’m off duty now. I was heading home. This isn’t my jurisdiction. It’s across county lines. I’m going to call the Hampshire police. They’ll send a uniform out to help you.” He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair before walking out.

CC sat next to Anne at the counter and sipped her coffee. Her hands shook from the cold and from anger. She watched him walk to his cruiser. She waited for him to call on his radio. Instead he pulled out his cell phone. She couldn’t make out what he said. She had tried in journalism school to learn lip reading but he was too far away. He got in his cruiser and took off. CC looked over at Anne, who appeared to be on her third glazed doughnut. Anne’s hair was caked with mud, her clothes just as muddy as CC’s. “Anne, we do look bizarre.”

Anne gazed around the restaurant which was empty. “It’s almost midnight in the boondocks. What do you care? What’s going on with the sheriff? Why didn’t he make a report?”

“He said it wasn’t his jurisdiction. He was going to send someone.

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