Dying For Revenge (The Lady Doc Murders Book 1) by Barbara Golder

Author:Barbara Golder [Golder, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FQ Publishing
Published: 2016-05-20T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

JUNE 13, EVENING

It took me a minute or two and several deep breaths to collect myself again and turn away from Connor’s arms to the work that now lay before me in my own driveway. My gaze automatically went from the body backwards toward the road where I could see the start of a trail of blood that ended more or less at Bedsheet’s sandaled feet. I knelt for a moment. The blood had congealed, and the body offered no resistance when I lifted the hand to get a sense of how warm it was. Not cold, but not 98.6 either. He had been here a little while. There was no crowd and no 911 response. I could only surmise that there hadn’t been anyone on the street when he was shot. That didn’t explain why those who passed hadn’t checked him out, but no one had; I’d seen it with my own eyes. I’ll never understand the detachment of some people.

I retrieved my cell, holding it in my bandaged right hand so that I could dial it with my uninjured left. The Center is on speed-dial, and Quick answered on the first ring. From the sound of it, he was downstairs in the office lounge rather than in his quiet apartment on the fourth floor.

“I need you to call the sheriff and send Lucy up to my house. There's been another murder.”

Quick’s voice was concerned. “Not any of yours?”

I was grateful for that. “No, it’s not, Quick. One of the local new age preachers, the fellow that runs around in a tunic and cloak. The one that was in with Houston’s lawyer.”

“Damn,” he said, then, “He was a nice enough guy. Goofy but nice. Who’d want to do that?”

Not expecting an answer, Quick was just thinking out loud, something those who work in the morgue get used to doing, as there’s really no one to hear us and just the sound of a voice, even one’s own, is comforting.

“I’m on it,” he continued.

I could hear him calling to Lucy Cho as the phone clicked off.

I heard footsteps as yet another group of moonlight hikers headed up Spruce. Five of them, raucous, two of them unsteady on their feet, loud, joking, physical in their camaraderie, with playful shoves and hugs, oblivious of the rest of the world. Sizing them up as trouble, I turned to Connor.

“Help me,” I directed and motioned him to follow me without giving him a chance to answer. I confronted the hikers, three women and two men as they reached the corner below my house. “Turn around, go back. The trails are closed. There's been an accident--you can’t go up there.”

The women stopped chattering, hesitant, stepping back and ready to comply with my order, but I knew that wasn’t going to be the end of it. The shorter, scrappier of the two men cocked his head and thrust his chin out, taking a step in my direction so that we were almost toe-to-toe. He’d been drinking.

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