The Goode Fight by Leslie Marshman

Author:Leslie Marshman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9781951786687
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2020-04-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Normally a quiet space, the county sheriff’s office buzzed with activity. The drab industrial clock on the wall indicated eleven fifteen a.m. Change of shift. Perfect timing for Sam to collect reports from the deputies who’d been out in the field, hopefully interviewing the people on her list.

She leaned her head into Eddie’s office doorway. “Any word from Julie yet?”

Focused on the papers strewn across his desk, Eddie took a moment before raising his eyes. “Nope. Want me to send a deputy to bring her in?”

“Not yet. Let’s give her a chance to come in on her own. You still have someone following Jeff?” Sam ventured into the small office and sat down.

“I sent Rudd. He caught up with him at the cafe right after you called me.”

“Probably making sure his and Julie’s stories match.” Sam sighed. “Where’d he go after that?”

“He hung out at Julie’s house for a couple hours. And as of”—Eddie looked at his watch—“about fifteen minutes ago he’s been enjoying the entertainment at Down Yonder.”

Surprise and a hint of adrenaline rushed through Sam’s body. “Looking for another victim?”

Eddie shrugged. “If he is, this time we’ll be right there with him.”

“Your guys get any statements for me?”

“Just going over them now.” He handed her a thin stack of print-outs. “I’ve already read through these. Almost finished with the rest of them.”

Sam skimmed the top page in her hand. Report of a Yegua Springs resident who hunted at Last Chance every year. Married, two teenagers, insurance agent. Was bowling with his league the night of the murder. She shifted the paper to the bottom and read the next one. And the next, quickly flipping through them all. The same deputy, Richard Rouse, had filed all of them.

“Let me guess. Richard bowls with the…” Sam glanced back at the top page. “Yegua Yowlers? Where do they come up with these stupid team names?”

Eddie tipped back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head. “Yep. He didn’t even have to interview them. They were bowling Sunday night.”

“Seriously? Come on, Eddie. Just because he’s friends with these guys, he can’t assume—”

“They went out afterward to celebrate their win over the Ball Washers. By the time they left the bar, Rouse was the only one sober enough to drive. He took the rest of them home.”

“Oh.” Sam twisted her mouth to the side. “Okay. But I hope the rest of his reports are from actual interviews.”

“They are. I’m just finishing up with his. Everyone else’s are on your desk.” He ran his hands back and forth through his hair, leaving it sticking out at odd angles. “Looks like you’ll be able to cross a lot of names off your list.”

“Nothing suspicious at all?” She’d been hoping at least one interview would reveal a lead.

“Not unless you’re looking for which scumbags are running around on their wives.” Eddie’s lips curved into a smirk that, combined with his ruffled hair, reminded Sam of a young Clint Eastwood. More Rowdy Yates than Dirty Harry, but with black hair and dark blue eyes.

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