That Old Scoundrel Death by Bill Crider

Author:Bill Crider
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

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Rhodes thought things over as he drove back to Clearview. He’d learned more than he thought he would from his conversations, but he wasn’t sure he was any closer to finding Lawrence’s killer.

He was puzzled about what had happened to Lawrence’s car, phone, and wallet. It was possible that robbery was the motive for the killing, but somehow Rhodes couldn’t convince himself of that. Maybe Seepy Benton had found out something from his examination of Lawrence’s computer, and it was possible that Seepy had talked to Roger, who might have thought of some things that would help. If that wasn’t the case, Rhodes would talk to Roger himself. Now that Roger had absorbed some of the shock of Lawrence’s death, he could have remembered something relevant. Probably not, but it had to be checked out.

Rhodes was about halfway to Clearview when the radio crackled, and Hack came on. “Where are you, Sheriff?”

Rhodes told him, and Hack said, “You’re in the right place. Just had a daylight robbery at the Pak-a-Sak.”

“Not again,” Rhodes said. The Pak-a-Sak was a favorite place for daylight robberies and nighttime robberies.

“Yep, again,” Hack said. “Perp is headed your way. Drivin’ a white Ford Crown Victoria. Should be easy to spot.”

The perp could’ve turned off on any number of side roads, but if he was trying to get out of the county, he’d still be on the highway.

“Did I mention that it’s a woman?” Hack asked.

“No, you didn’t mention that,” Rhodes said, feeling guilty about his sexist thinking.

“Well, it is. Short but pretty cute, according to Ferris.” Ferris was the clerk at the Pak-n-Sak. “How many times now has he been robbed, anyway?”

“Too many,” Rhodes said. “Is she armed?”

“Ferris said she had something that looked like a gun. He didn’t look too close. You be careful.”

“I will,” Rhodes said. He looked out his windshield at the road ahead and saw a white Ford barreling down on him. “Here she comes now.”

He racked the mic without signing off and didn’t hear Hack’s reply. As the Crown Vic blew past him, he made a U-turn, using both shoulders, and turned on the Charger’s siren and light bars. He wasn’t going to have time to think over his conversations, after all. People who thought he worked on one case at a time had no idea of the interruptions he had to deal with and the other tracks he had to take every single day.

The Crown Vic had been speeding, but when the driver spotted Rhodes, its speed increased. Rhodes wondered if it was the Police Interceptor model. If it was, even the Charger might have trouble keeping up. Those old Crown Vics had a lot of power. Rhodes pushed the accelerator down and the Charger jumped forward.

Rhodes wasn’t fond of chasing people in cars. It was too dangerous for all concerned, including innocent motorists or people in the path of the chase. He was especially dubious of chases inside the city limits where the dangers to others were double or triple.

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