The Road to Wrinkle Ranch by Nick Russell

Author:Nick Russell [Russell, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-21T22:00:00+00:00

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Walking down the stairs, they met Barry Portman headed up towards the administrative offices.

"Hey, guys, what are you up to?"

“Same thing we’ve been doing,” John Lee told him. “Trying to figure out what happened at that railroad crossing."

“Did you find out anything from examining that car?"

"Not a lot, Maddy. One interesting thing is that when we ran the fingerprints we found on it, and there were a bunch of them, a lot belonged to Audrey Rittenhouse. But there were three on the driver’s door handle that belonged to Lonnie McBride, according to the records that the state has for real estate agents."

“I didn't know Florida fingerprinted real estate agents," John Lee said.

“Neither did I," Barry told him, “but they do."

“You said there were a lot of fingerprints. More than normal on a car?”

“Most I’ve ever seen on one vehicle,” Barry replied. “But keep in mind, Audrey was a real estate agent. She was always hauling clients around to look at properties. So I guess it stands to reason there would be so many.”

“But why would Lonnie McBride's fingerprints be on Audrey's car?"

Barry shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your guess is as good as mine. Why was she in Lonnie's Corvette?"

“I think if we can figure that out, we might have an idea of what happened," Maddy said.

"Well, good luck with that," Barry said. "I've got to get upstairs and check in with Schroeder. We've got court in 30 minutes on that stolen motorcycle case."

“Are you serious? Tater is trying to plead innocent? What did you clock him at, 95 miles an hour when you were chasing him?"

"Yeah, but he swears we got the wrong guy," Barry said, then added, “and he swears that those three baggies of meth we found in his pocket didn't belong to him either. Apparently, someone put him on that motorcycle and drove it while he just hung on for dear life, and then disappeared by the time we got them stopped. And put drugs in his pocket, too!”

Montgomery "Tater" Bosarge was a 25-year-old ne'er-do-well who had been in and out of juvenile hall and jail since before he was a teenager. He had graduated from shoplifting and skipping school to petty larceny, vandalism, auto theft, possession of drugs and drug paraphernalia, and a host of other charges. And every time he was caught, it was always somebody else's fault. He was as innocent as the day he was born, to hear Tater tell it.

Maddy shook her head and said, "There's a reason they call them dumb crooks, isn't there?"

“I think the judge is fed up with his shenanigans,” Barry said. “I have a feeling he’s going to throw the book at him this time around.”

“Well, the good news is that even if he puts Tater away for a long spell, there’s always another fool out there trying to get himself arrested,” Maddy said. “I guess it’s job security for us, right?”

“You got that right!” Barry chuckled, and slapped her on the shoulder as he went up the stairs.

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