side to trot over to Mrs. Osgood, who kneels down and puts her arms around him. Her eyes are moist, but her face looks calm now.
Iâm trying to be unobtrusive, but Mr. Wilbur notices me. For a moment I think heâs going to ask me to leave the room. Then he shakes his head and smiles in resignation. âYou might as well stay and hear the rest of this, Baron,â Mr. Wilbur says.
He looks over toward Mr. Mack, slumped in a chair under the alert gaze of Mr. Philo, who is now holding the shotgun. âIt wonât hurt to have one more pair of eyes keeping watch on our deceptive friend over there.â
He motions for me to move over near the door that leads outside. Itâs on the other side ofthe room from Mr. Mack, but plenty close to hear all that will be said as he takes a deep, shuddering breath and starts to speak.
âI needed someone who knew the area. That is why I hired him.â Mr. Mack doesnât look up. He keeps his gaze on his bloody hands. It is as if heâs talking to himself, unaware that anyone else is here. âHow could I have known who he was and what he was really up to? It is certainly not my fault, not my fault at all.â
âWhereâs my husband?â a sharp voice cuts in.
Mr. Mack lifts his head in surprise, as if realizing for the first time heâs not alone.
âGeorge,â Mrs. Osgood reminds him, holding up her husbandâs coat with her left hand, her right hand on Poe-boyâs head. âWhere is he now?â The big dog catches the tone in her voice. A growl starts deep in its chest.
Mr. Mack cowers in his chair. âKeep that dog away from me. I donât know. All I know is that Walker handed me that pack with that jacket in it. All he was supposed to do was stop him from calling for help. He wasnât supposed to do anything to him. I didnât know the man was a killer.â
âBut you never saw my husbandâs body, did you?â Mrs. Osgood is standing. For some reason she looks less distressed than before as she holdsback Poe-boy. The huge black Labradorâs growling has gotten much louder now and he is baring his teeth at the man who is shrinking even further back.
âNo, no. No, I didnât see his body.â
Mrs. Osgood nods. âGood,â she says, pulling Poe-boy back with her as she sits down. She smiles over at me. âGeorge is not an easy man to kill, son,â she says.
Mr. Philo kicks the leg of Mr. Mackâs chair. âYou said he was a killer and that you didnât know who he was. I assume you meant that man who calls himself Walker White Bear. Explain what you meant.â
Mr. Mack runs a hand through his hair. An officious tone comes back into his voice. âYou fail to understand, sir,â he says. âStaffing decisions are difficult, even under the best of circumstances. I wasnât able to obtain a résumé, you know. I would not expect a former basketball player to appreciate the difficulty of being an efficient administrator when lacking the requisite access to properly background-check oneâs employees.â
Mr. Wilbur rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. I know what he means by that. This guy, Mr. Mack, is whack.
Mr. Philo nudges the barrel of the shotgun against Mr. Mackâs shoulder. âSpeak English, pal,â he says. âIâm only a dumb ex-jock.â
âCareful with that shotgun,â Mrs. Osgood warns. âIt has a hair trigger. It would smart some if he was to get hit with the load Iâve got in those shells.â
Mr. Philo steps back. âSpeak,â he says again. âHow do you know the manâs a killer and who he is?â
âHow do I know?â Mr. Mackâs face is defiant now, his tone superior. âDo you recall my two other counselors? As soon as they saw thatâ¦ââhe looks toward Mrs. Osgood and her husbandâs jacket, which is now neatly folded and placed on the floor by her
Leigh James
Eileen Favorite
Meghan O'Brien
Charlie Jane Anders
Kathleen Duey
Dana Marton
Kevin J. Anderson
Ella Quinn
Charlotte MacLeod
Grace Brannigan