Lies Come Easy by Steven F Havill

Author:Steven F Havill [Havill, Steven F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781464210341
Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press, Inc.
Published: 2018-08-16T22:43:30+00:00

Chapter Twenty-four

It would have been easy to let herself be distracted by her family’s pending visit, but on the drive back to Posadas, Estelle forced herself to focus on the puzzle pieces that still floated in limbo. Coincidence was the gremlin, as Padrino had often said. There was no absolute proof that Darrell Fisher’s death was a suicide—and ample reason to believe that it wasn’t. The second death, this time in Regál, might have been a suicide, if credibility were stretched to the breaking point.

Everyone involved knew everyone else, and any psychologist would testify that suicides were epidemic. Once one person solved his problems with a bullet, then someone else near the brink might follow suit. But the scenario didn’t fit the profile. The same psychologist might testify that Connie Suarez might have used her boyfriend’s handgun to commit suicide—a hopelessly final way to lash back at Myron Fitzwater for some perceived slight.

No, she wouldn’t, Estelle mused, unable to imagine Connie choosing the big Glock over another holiday spent in the sleepy little village.

The Broken Spur saloon flashed by, and Estelle glanced down at the speedometer. It hovered near ninety, and she backed off. A few minutes later, she swung into the Sheriff’s Department parking lot in Posadas for a moment, and manipulated her cell phone, stroking down to select her son’s number.

“Hey, Ma.” Francisco sounded amused, then serious. “Dad says you’ve got a real mess going. I woulda called you, but I didn’t want to interrupt something.”

“Merry Christmas, but not for everybody, hijo.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you going to have time to visit with us? Is Big Bad Bobby going to let you take a day off? ”

“I’ll make time.” Easily said, she thought.

“Or we could all ride along in the Beast with you.”

“Are you talking about my car, or your truck?”

“Your beastly car. But either one will do.”

She laughed. “That’ll happen.”

“I bet. Anyway, I think that’s Lordsburg down below our left wingtip, so we’ll be on final for Posadas International here in just a few minutes.”

“I’m headed to the airport right now.”

“Nifty. We have this whole thing figured out, so not to worry.”

“Worry is not in my nature, hijo.”

“I’ll remember you said that, Ma. See you in a bit.”

“Love you all, hijo. You and Carlos and Angie…”

“And Tasha. She’s on the list now, too. But wait about six minutes for an introduction. I can see Cat Mesa now off in the distance, so we’re close.”

“Tasha?”

He laughed, and she could hear voices in the background. “You don’t get to hear all the secrets, Ma. Be patient.”

As she drove north out of Posadas, she kept glancing to the west, trying for that first glimpse of the incoming jet. The wind was from the southwest, which meant their final approach after they over-flew Posadas would be coming in from the east, down the narrow avenue between Cat Mesa to the north and the village of Posadas to the south. She heard the rumbling whistle of the jet engines before she saw the aircraft, and then it flashed over the highway, its graceful winglets raked high.

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