Someone Cruel in Coyote Creek by Kris Bock

Author:Kris Bock [Bock, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Published: 2022-07-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

We headed back to the soccer field and met Dad and his friends in the parking lot. Jen told them about our “car chase” and failed sting operation, managing to make it sound much more dramatic than it actually was. Maybe she should be trying out for plays instead of pestering me.

Dad had taken custody of the duffel bag. Always prepared for an emergency, he had a roll of duct tape in his car. He probably hadn’t expected this particular type of emergency, but he’d wrapped tape around the duffel bag. Then Dad, Joe, and Clarence all signed it. If someone else had been filming the drop-off and tried to claim Todd had received bribe money, we had witnesses and a chain of custody.

Not that receiving a duffel bag full of porn magazines was a whole lot better for Todd’s career as mayor, but we could prove he had immediately gotten rid of the material. It was evidence that he was being set up. Still, we’d much rather figure out who was setting him up and stop their plan before accusations went public.

Unfortunately, Dad taking the duffel bag might have blown our cover. We knew the person who had dropped it off left immediately afterward. But had somebody else been keeping an eye on the proceedings? It would be easy to blend in with the family members watching the game. I didn’t bother mentioning my concern since it was too late to do anything about it.

Todd was still trying to watch Finn’s game, though I doubted the soccer field had his full attention. He texted me: Graham Thomasson called me. He wants to talk to you.

I flashed back to the night before. Mr. Thomasson—a sweetie, according to Naliyah Shaban—had seemed uncomfortable at the party and suggested he might want to talk to me later. He’d been on the second floor when Bobby Newton went over the balcony, and Thomasson didn’t have an alibi.

I called Thomasson. He preferred to meet in person, so I invited him to come to my house.

Thomasson probably thought that would be a quiet, private place for us to meet. Ha. When we got there, I nudged Dad, Joe, and Clarence to the kitchen. Dad and Joe could start on dinner for our large group. Clarence could entertain/annoy them and stay out of my way.

Jen stood in the living room with her feet planted and her arms crossed. “I’m not leaving you alone with a suspect. I won’t budge from this room.”

“Fine. I’ll take Thomasson to the backyard.”

“Dammit! You know what I mean.”

I snickered. “Yeah, and I don’t even want you to leave. You can take notes during the interview.”

Jen flopped into her favorite easy chair with a huff. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because otherwise you’d be bored.”

“Sadly true.” She grabbed her notebook and pen from the coffee table. “Do you want me to take notes surreptitiously or aggressively?” She demonstrated by leaning forward, pen poised over her notebook, glaring at an imaginary person sitting across from her.

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