Bubba and the 12 Deadly Days of Christmas by C.L. Bevill

Bubba and the 12 Deadly Days of Christmas by C.L. Bevill

Author:C.L. Bevill
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781458110695
Publisher: C.L. Bevill


Chapter Thirteen - Bubba and the Sheriff…Again

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, six poisoners a-brewing…

Tuesday, December 27th -

Bubba didn’t have a lot of time. An even worse circumstance was that Sheriff John probably had less time. He looked around the Headrick home and found Darla’s cell phone on a charger on a built in desk in the hallway. He wasn’t very familiar with the devices, but he was glad to see that Darla hadn’t upgraded to one of the fancier phones. Taking a moment, he covered Darla up with a blanket and awkwardly patted her shoulder.

“I’m real sorry I cain’t stay, Miz Darla,” he muttered regretfully. “But I think you might be understanding since I reckon to go look for your husband before his neck gets stretched beyond recognition.”

He left the door ajar and ran to the Stinedurf’s Saturn Vue. He sat in the vehicle for a moment while using Darla’s cell phone to dial the 9-1-1 operator back. It was a woman he didn’t know, and he asked to be connected to the Pegram County Sheriff’s Department.

“What’s your emergency?” the woman persisted. She was trying to sound very official.

“I need to talk to a deputy,” Bubba grated. “Real fast like.”

“I cain’t very well connect you ifin I don’t know the emergency,” the woman went on.

“The emergency is going to be that I’m coming down to where you’re at, and I’m going to do something I swore I would never do to a lady,” Bubba growled. “And it ain’t a good thing either. Let me speak to Willodean Gray and promptly fast.”

“Is this Bubba Snoddy?” the operator asked.

“Yes, it’s Bubba Snoddy,” Bubba said wearily. “Sheriff John is missing, and I need some information from Willodean. Now.”

“It’s Arlette Formica here. I started working the line a few months ago. You know, I heard that your wedding had twenty-five bridesmaids and groomsmen. And ten flower girls plus three ring bearers. There was something about a half-hour of fireworks too, but I reckon that’s just getting silly.” The operator sounded a little sentimental. She sighed wistfully. “I wish I could have been invited. I love weddings.”

“Willodean Gray now,” Bubba snarled.

The note in his voice must have finally made itself clearer. “Right now. Sheesh, Bubba, finding all that gold must have gone to your head. Lord Almighty. Hold please.” The line clicked. Then a ringing began. Thankfully it was picked up with Willodean’s throaty, “Pegram County Sheriff’s Department.”

“Willodean,” Bubba barked, “Sheriff John’s missing and Miz Darla’s passed out cold. There’s drag marks across the lawn, and we need to figure out what Christmas tree the murderer could be talking about.”

Willodean didn’t waste time with questions. From the tone of her voice she already knew what had happened. He knew she had been monitoring events with the police band on the computer. “Units are the way, Bubba. Ambulance and cruisers both. Big Joe’s coming, too. Best put your head down and your hands up.”

“I didn’t drag the sheriff off, and we don’t have time for that,” Bubba snapped.



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