The Bones She Buried by Lisa Regan

Author:Lisa Regan [Regan, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781786816399
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Thirty-Three

It was dark by the time they made it back to the station house. Gretchen booted up her computer to start looking for the mysterious Ivan while Josie tracked Mettner down to update him and see if he had gotten anywhere showing photos of the belt buckle to the residents at Rockview. Josie found him in the break room, seated at one of the tables eating a greasy slice of pizza. “Hey,” he said around a mouthful of food. “The old-timers at Rockview were pretty helpful.”

Josie raised a brow. “They’re residents, Mett. Not old-timers.”

He bobbed his head and swallowed. “Sorry, boss. Residents.”

She sat across from him. He motioned to the box of pizza between them, but she shook her head. “What’d you get?”

He wiped his fingers on a napkin and took out his phone, scrolling and tapping until he found what he was looking for. “A couple of the guys there said that back in the seventies there used to be shooting clubs around here. All around the state, actually.”

“Shooting clubs?”

“Yeah, like target shooting. They had competitions. There were at least a half dozen, they said. The guys in them would compete with rifles and pistols for speed and accuracy. Mostly outdoor ranges.”

“Like a league?” Josie asked. “Like they have with bowling?”

“Yeah, exactly. I mean, it was just a bunch of local guys getting together, hanging out and competing. Anyway, for a few years they actually had championship shooting matches. All the clubs would enter their best shooter, and the last guy was the champion. He’s the guy that got the belt buckle.”

Josie felt a small thrill of excitement set off butterflies in her stomach. Finally, a lead on the belt buckle. “So that belt buckle belongs to the 1973 shooting champion?”

“That’s what they think, yeah. In rifle shooting, on account of it having two rifles on it,” Mettner said.

“So how do we track down these clubs? Did anyone have a name? Anything?”

Mettner shook his head. “No, but they said sometimes in the local papers they would report stuff about the competitions, and I’m talking the local papers, you know? Like the ones that don’t exist anymore. I don’t know if the local library would have them or not.”

“They do have them,” Josie said. “I know exactly where to look. Thanks, Mett!”

“What happened with Lance Fraley?” he asked.

Josie gave him a run-down of the interview with Noah’s dad.

“Gretchen’s working on locating this Ivan guy?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m going back upstairs now to write up some reports.”

Back at the desk, Gretchen was having no luck finding a white male, approximately sixty-five years old, named Ivan. “I might have to go over to the Catholic church tomorrow, see if they kept records,” she said.

Josie told her what Mettner had found out. “So you’ll go to the church, and I’ll go to the library.”

“Yes,” Gretchen said. “As long as Chitwood doesn’t change his mind. But it’s late so it’ll have to wait till tomorrow.”

“First thing,” Josie agreed. “I’m going to get out of here now.

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