Sibley's Secret by Frank Perry

Author:Frank Perry
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: mystery romance murder
Published: 2014-01-11T07:10:38.709593+00:00

She replied, “It’s like a date to me.”

Caught

“I don’t know what you mean, Sheriff?” John had said the first lame thing that came to mind.

Cass took a step closer on the compressed dirt drive, keeping his hand resting on his revolver grip; it wasn’t drawn, but the implication was clear enough. “I mean, where were you yesterday morning when you shoulda been heading for work?”

John stammered, “I had a breakdown with my truck. I had to walk back to the farm; it took more than an hour hiking that far. By the time I fixed the magneto, it was late in the day and I didn’t go to the paper in Lansing. You can ask my boss, he’ll tell you that I called him.”

Cass showed a wry grin, “Well sir, I’ll surely do that when I get back into the office. Now, you come along with me.” Cass gestured toward his car, but John didn’t move. Sarah was standing part-way up the drive, behind Cass.

Cass changed his expression, becoming more insistent. “I said you gotta come to the police station with me.”

“I don’t think I’m going to do that unless you accuse me of a crime.” Sarah had her hands covering her mouth. She knew, as John did, this could only mean one thing.

Yesterday, John was irrational after shooting Hicks. Sarah knew it, Carter knew it, and John knew it. When she’d tried to console him, he got mad and started screaming orders. He’d never done that, never. She knew he was scared -- they all were. No one had any idea what to do, but John was giving the orders.

He made Carter follow him in the truck to the Granary. For some irrational reason, it made sense to John to park Hicks’ car where he worked, with the blood-stained rear seat. Once there, he broke the lock on the old barn to move the car inside. He didn’t swear as a rule, but he was swearing then, looking at all the boxes of war material Hicks had hidden inside. He wasn’t thinking clearly then any more than before, possibly even more confused.

“Carter, let’s get this stuff out of here.” He didn’t know what to do with it: for some reason, it just made sense for him to take it away. He could decide what to do with it later, but something told him he needed to move the stash somewhere out of the granary barn. It took most of the rest of the day to move everything. Many of the crates were too large or heavy to be moved in the tiny pickup, so Carter drove the hay wagon and horses for the bigger crates. While Carter drove the team back and forth, John found an A-frame truck with a chain hoist to lift the heaviest crates, easily over a thousand pounds each, on to the wagon. He couldn’t read the stencils on many of them, the writing had deteriorated after exposure to the weather during the war, but that didn’t concern him.

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