In Gallup, Greed by Tower Lowe

Author:Tower Lowe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, thriller, New Mexico, Donna Pecherer, disability
Publisher: PublishDrive
Published: 2014-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

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Obsessions

Alice moved the mattress back over the knife, touched Burro’s name on her cell phone, and then headed out of the bedroom to meet Mirage.

“What happened here?” Mirage fretted. “Why did you tear everything up?”

“Hey, Burro.” Alice breathed into the phone. “I got a serious problem here. I found the murder weapon.”

“What?” Burro spoke low on the other end.

“The knife. A knife. A bloody knife hidden under the mattress in Mirage’s bedroom.”

“You think it’s the one used to kill Lonnie?”

“Yeah, I do. Can you come here? Mirage just got back. Can you tell me what do?”

“Mirage is there now?”

“Yeah. She’s listening, so she knows I found the knife.”

The two women waited, then, without talking, Mirage collapsed in a corner, subdued, and Alice sitting on the edge of the blue print sofa. Both jerked at the sound of Burro’s soft knock on the door.

“Come on in,” Mirage spoke in a monotone.

He entered, twisting his blond braid and sat down next to Alice and all three of them looked out at the TV screen, as if expecting the story of the knife under the bed to show up there.

“What happened Mirage?” Burro fell back against the cushions and focused hallucinatory blue eyes on the withered woman curled into the corner.

“Nothing happened. Or at least nothing I can remember. I have no idea how the knife got here. Do you think I hired you and Cinnamon to find out that I killed my brother?”

“You said as much.”

“Why were you looking under the mattress?” Mirage turned a bitter stare on Alice.

“I get...nervous...well, obsessed...sometimes. A cup of tea calms me down and... look, you don’t have any clean pots to boil water in. I started ripping the kitchen up. Okay, it’s an obsession with me, finding things. I get into a kind of a trance, and I can’t stop myself. There was no teapot in here, so I moved to the bedroom.”

“Were you looking for a teapot in my bedroom, Alice? Or were you looking for a murder weapon?”

Burro lifted a hand for peace. “I understand obsessions. I can tear up the bathroom looking for a can opener. It’s like reverse OCD, instead of putting everything in the right place, I put it in the wrong place and then tear everything up looking for it.”

Mirage frowned.

“It happens,” Burro panned. “Look, I need to see the knife.”

The three of them trailed into the bedroom and stood in front of the tilted full size mattress, looking down at a bloody towel and the polished metal blade protruding bloodily from its edge.

“Call the cops?” Burro tossed out.

“No.” Mirage was firm. “They’ll think I killed Lonnie.”

Burro pulled out his phone.

“No.” Alice put her hand over Burro’s cell phone. “Let’s talk this out first.”

“Oh my god, oh my god.” Mirage collapsed to the floor again, steadying her fall on the gray upturned mattress “The blackout. I knew important things happened. But I never believed I stabbed him to death, not really. I thought I forgot to check on him...”

“Does the knife bring back any memories from the blackout?” Alice suggested.

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