No Place Like Home by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-04T20:47:11+00:00

“Give me the number.”

“973-555-0347.”

“I’ll call you on it.”

Charley took a long swig of beer, draining the bottle. When his new phone rang, he picked it up. Instead of giving his carefully rehearsed explanation, he nervously blurted out, “I threw my sneakers, jeans, and my carved figures in the garbage. Someone fished them out. I think it was that cop who came to see me Friday.”

The long silence that followed was worse than the angry tirade he’d been Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

subjected to because of the skull and crossbones he’d carved into the door of the house on Old Mill Lane.

When his caller spoke, the voice was calm and even. “Why did you put that stuff in the garbage?”

“It was supposed to be picked up tomorrow. I was too nervous having the stuff in the barn,” Charley said defensively.

“I didn’t ask for the garbage pick-up schedule. Putting those items in your own trash bin more than a day before collection was idiotic. You should have just thrown them in a Dumpster behind some store, and that would have been the end of it. Listen and try to keep straight what I’m telling you. I don’t know who shot Georgette Grove, but if the cops have evidence that shows that you did the job on the Nolan house, they’ll blame you for it.”

“Blame us for it,” Charley corrected.

“Don’t threaten me, Charley. I’m pretty sure that cop had no right to go through your garbage and remove anything from it without a search warrant, so even if they found something incriminating, they can’t use it against you. They can, however, try to wear you down. So get a lawyer, and refuse to answer any questions.”

“A lawyer! Who’s going to pay for a lawyer?”

“You know damn well, I’ll pay for it.” There was a pause, then his caller said, “Charley, you’ll never have to worry about money again if you can get through this without messing it up.”

“That’s the kind of news I like to hear.” Charley snapped the phone shut. Vastly relieved, he went to the refrigerator and got another beer. If they couldn’t use the jeans and sneakers against him, what did they have? My little statues may Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

show that I’m really talented, he thought, but that doesn’t make me the only person in the world who could have carved the skull and crossbones in that door.

He carried his beer outside, walked around to the barn, and looked at his landscaping equipment—the power mower and hedge cutter and rakes and shovels, all of them representing hours and days and months and years of boring hard work.

Pretty soon I’ll be paying someone to mow my lawn, he promised himself.

38

O n Monday night Zach had a hamburger and a couple of drinks at Marty’s Bar and debated in his mind about calling Ted Cartwright. The picture he had mailed him must have arrived at his office by now. Straight to him, Zach thought. No chance of a secretary deciding it wasn’t important enough to put that one through to the big boss.

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