Lucky Day: An I Hunt Killers Novella (Kindle Single) by Lyga Barry

Author:Lyga, Barry [Lyga, Barry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2014-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

“Gettin’ your clothes mixed up, Sheriff?” the receptionist asked as he walked into the building. He paused, aware of the hush that fell over the office as she asked it. Loralynn Sweeney was somewhere north of seventy, long overdue for retirement, but G. William had too much heart to let the old bird go. The silence that greeted this latest in Loralynn’s line of off-the-cuff bombs told G. William what he’d already suspected—the office had been aware of his erratic behavior (both sartorial and not) over the past few weeks, and they’d instituted an informal code of silence. Now Loralynn had broken that code, and everyone—from the deputy frozen at the fax machine to the new guy halfway through a doughnut—was wondering what the reaction would be.

Something in his head shook loose.

“What did you say?” he asked.

The sense of Don’t say anything! from everyone else in the room was almost palpable, but Loralynn was impervious. “I said, you gettin’ your clothes mixed up these days, Sheriff? You got two different shoes on.”

He looked down. Sure enough.

“Couple days ago, you had on different color socks. And before that, you—”

“I get it. Thanks.”

He hustled to his office as rapidly as his bulk would permit.

Gettin’ your clothes mixed up?

Door closed, he lunged for the Samantha Reed file. It was right on top of the desk, as always.

Gettin’ your clothes mixed up?

Talk to your medical examiner about how difficult it apparently is to give the next of kin the right damn clothes!

Henry Reed. Right? Right?

G. William flipped through his notes. Yes. Yes, there it was, just as he remembered it. During G. William’s abortive attempt to interrogate the grieving father of Dead Girl Two, Henry had shouted that. G. William had thought little of it at the time. Mistakes happened in police work. The morgue had mixed up a possessions bag and handed off the wrong clothing to the Reeds, that’s all. Since Henry mentioned it and was so het up about it, G. William had assumed he’d already reamed out the morgue folks and gotten the proper clothes.

Assuming. Dumbass thing to do. Never assume. Never.

He picked up the phone and dialed the morgue. The morgue was actually part of the sheriff’s department, down in a basement room that also connected to the mortuary next door. But G. William wanted answers now, and he didn’t want to waste time making his slow way downstairs.

“Morgue!” vibrated through the phone.

Renny Cartwright was way too cheerful for someone who worked in a morgue, but he was also good at his job, so G. William couldn’t find it in his heart to chastise him for sounding like a carnival barker.

“Renny, you know the Reed case? I’m wonderin’ if there was a complaint from—”

“Jesus H.!” Even exasperated, Renny managed to sound like he was having a good time. “They still on about that? I apologized up and down, G. William. Even though it weren’t my damn fault at all. They lookin’ to sue? Over a goddamn pair of underwear?”

G. William’s breath caught.

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