Last Ditch (Caught Dead in Wyoming, Book 4) by Patricia McLinn

Author:Patricia McLinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: traditional western mystery series, female sleuth, mystery romance humor series, cozy mystery dog, western murder mystery series, TV journalist mystery series, mystery novels best sellers
ISBN: 9781939215420
Publisher: Craig Place Books
Published: 2020-07-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

The game was in the middle of the second quarter when I joined the crowd after calling to give Matt the phone number.

As I searched the stands for Diana, I spotted Mike up in a press box that seemed to sway with the wind. I had to look away before it gave me motion sickness.

Ah, there was Diana, waving to me. I climbed the bleachers to her. On my way, I spotted Jennifer in the next set of seats over. Needham Bender was here, too, with his wife Thelma. And not far away I saw Driver 2 and Driver 3, who I now knew as Otto Chaney and Paul Chaney, but neither of the occupants from the first pickup, Paul’s wife Hannah and her companion, Terry Waymark.

The odd couple of substantial Aunt Gee and tiny Mrs. Parens sat side by side, both bolt upright.

They were next-door neighbors in the town of O’Hara Hill northwest of Sherman. Perhaps having their focus concentrated on the same small area — a continent might be too small — was the source of the deep-seated rivalry that largely played out in undercurrents and peculiar things like presenting me with hideously clashing afghans when I was hospitalized after the fire.

In their hands afghans were scarier than nukes.

But just as strong as the rivalry was a solidarity between them.

“Good phone call?” Diana asked as I took the seat she’d saved.

I grunted noncommittally. “Quite the crowd.”

She let her question go, though I saw curiosity in her eyes. “You obviously haven’t seen all of it.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Six rows below us, exactly at the fifty yard line,” she said.

It took a moment. “Oh, my.”

Thurston Fine. Looking uncomfortable in jeans so new they apparently didn’t allow him to bend his knees and a matching denim jacket. Thank heavens he hadn’t tried for a cowboy hat. The two couples he was with looked prosperous, a bit self-important, yet part of the native fauna.

“Talking county attorney and sheriff?” I asked.

“Probably. The woman on his left and the man on his right are county commissioners.”

“Why do I have the feeling we’re in for another lead story taken directly from a news release?”

“Not until Monday. He made it very clear he has plans this weekend and shouldn’t be bothered.”

“Ah, a true news hound.”

“Yup. That’s halftime. Let’s go get some food.”

Halftime. I hadn’t watched a single play. And I like football. “What about our seats? Shouldn’t one of us stay here to save them?”

“Why? They’re our seats.”

Sometimes I forget I’m in Wyoming.

As we followed the crowd down the bleacher steps, I noted Cottonwood County was leading 14-7. Go team.

We didn’t get far because the concession line stretched nearly as long as the women’s restroom line.

“You guys are standing in line for concessions way back here?” Mike asked from behind us.

“Yup. Want something?”

“Nah. They bring food to the press box.”

Diana glared at him. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Nope. Ted is getting cheerleader and crowd shots. I’m free for now.”

I tried to make Diana feel better.

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