âThat was you? The news said it was a security guard.â
âYeah, I got a break there.â
âWhat happened?â
âI had lunch with Mark Behler,â I said. âSome crazy woman shot up the restaurant.â
âDid she shoot at you?â
âShe winged one in our direction. I didnât wait for her marksmanship to improve.â
âSo, whatâs the mystery?â asked Marg. âShoot somebody and the police will want to talk it over.â
âWe talked it over yesterday.â
âThe man the woman shot died,â said Marg. âI donât think youâre in trouble.â
âThatâs my point,â I said and showed her the telephone. âWendy said a couple of state cops and a detective from the attorney generalâs office are camped in front of the house.â
âThey have jurisdiction out there,â said Marg.
âSo does the county sheriff, and the Shatner shooting is a local matter.â
âWhat about your little adventure in Wyoming?â
âAll I did was run away. They canât charge me with fleeing for my life. Besides, smart money bets the feds will glom on to that case.â
âSmart money would call Farm Mutual,â said Marg. âTheyâre forty-five days late on two thirty-day invoices, and one of them is the four-day film job you did in White Cloud.â
âIâll call âem,â I said, âbut I have couple of pressing issues here.â
âSuit yourself,â said Marg. âMy advice is, donât forget that you have a business to run.â
Wendy came back on the line.
âItâs Karen,â said Wendy. âThey picked her up at her house. Apparently the crime scene tape was still up.â
âWhat was she doing there?â
âShe said she wanted to pick up some clothes.â
âIâll see what I can do,â I said.
âI told her to keep her mouth shut,â said Wendy. âBut sheâs having a shit-fit, screaming about being arrested for being in her own house.â
âGreat. Iâll call you back. State police still on the road?â
âWatching the house with binoculars.â
I took the Colt off my hip and laid it on the desk. âIf they had a warrant, theyâd already be in the house.â I set my spare magazines next to the Colt.
âArt, we have to get on top of this. The neighbors are going nuts, Ben is home watching all of this, and Daniel is supposed to be home tonight.â
âYes, maâam.â I stood, unbuckled my belt, and slid off my holster and magazine pouches. âIâm stumped.â
âCall me.â
âSure,â I said. âThe cops always give me a telephone call.â
âNot funny,â said Wendy.
âOne more thing.â
âYeah?â
âCarnations?â
âNope,â said Wendy. She hung up.
Peter Finney, Esquire, was out. I left a message, pecked the disconnect once, and got Van Huis on the line while I walked over and unlocked the equipment closet. âI just got in,â I said. âMarg left me a note to call you.â
Van Huis said, âYeah, right. Ahââ
âI was hoping they were done with my sidearm,â I said, and stowed my pistol and magazines in the closet. âCan I come down and pick it up?â
âSure. Right. Yeah,â said Van Huis.
âI got to make a couple of stops,â I said. âBut Iâll get there.â
âSee, thatâs the thing,â said Van Huis. âIâve got to go out.â He paused and then added, âI wonât be back in the office until after the weekend.â
âOkay,â I said, and picked a pair of radios from the battery charger. âIâll see you in a little bit, or Monday. Iâve got to go, the other lineâs flashing.â I clicked off, parked the radios on the desk, and locked the closet.
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