funny, Keith. From what youâre saying we have something unusual on our hands.â She stated this more than asked.
âMurder!â He threw his hands up in the air and laughed. âUnless you folks have been doing restorative dental work on some of the bears down there. Or it just fell out of some touristâs souvenir bag.â
Noelle and Keith went to lunch and spent an hour catching up. Sheâd missed him to some extent, but not enough to tell him that.
Then Noelle thanked Keith, promised to write to him again soon, and put on her jacket. She went to her vehicle and entered the number into her cell phone of the man Keith recommended she call if she couldnât get any traction in convincing the police to investigate this case as a potential homicide. The man, Keith told her, could become indispensable if it turned out that the local police were unable to find any leads on the case.
Directly above the manâs phone number on the piece of paper, Keith had scrawled a name: âJake Trent.â
7
WEST BANK, SNAKE RIVER. LATER THAT DAY.
Jakeâs cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He shuffled around in the backseat of the cruiser so he could pry the oversized and outdated device from his jeans. It was a local number, but one Jake didnât recognize. He set the phone beside him on the bench seat rather than trying to stuff it back into his pocket. The minimal legroom in the cruiserâs backseat would have made it impossible, and the car was warm and stuffy. He was sweating. Sitting in the backseat of a police cruiser when you have no alibi for a manâs death wasnât particularly comfortable.
Jake had expected a visit from the police department that day. It seemed odd to him, however, that Chief Terrell had led him to the back door of the cruiser when he asked Jake to come to the station for questioning.
âIs this really necessary?â Jakeâs voice filtered through the wire mesh that separated him from the chief.
âI told you, Jake. Weâll discuss it when we get to the station. You know how these things go. Better safe than sorry.â
âHave you determined that the man was murdered?â
âJake!â Terrell sighed, annoyed. âWeâre investigating the possibility, yeah.â
The cruiser passed over the river on a single-lane bridge. Jake gazed upstream past the boat launch to look for birds and moose. In the distance, perched near the top of a tall cottonwood tree, he saw fuzzy white-black-white vertical dots stacked like a snowman and recognized them as a bald eagle.
Investigating, Jake thought, now looking downstream. He guessed the river was still several weeks away from being fishable. Snowmelt from the high country was still showing its influence.
If the police were investigating, Jake assumed that something had been brought to the chiefâs attention on the case. If not, why would Terrell go to the extra effort? Terrell was a good cop, but Jake doubted that the chiefâs deductive powers rivaled his own. Jake settled on the uncomfortable conclusion that there was evidence that the man was murdered and it pointed to him.
The chief pulled into the police station lot and parked the cruiser outside the front entrance. Jake reached for the interior handle of the carâs door, but quickly realized there was none. This backseat was not designed for convenient exit.
The chief opened the door for Jake and helped him out of the car. As they walked toward the front door, the chief curled his right hand around Jakeâs left elbowâas if to lead him inside as an apprehended suspect. Jake shot the chief a steely glare. The chief let go.
Inside the police station, Jake was fingerprinted and seated in the interrogation room. He immediately questioned the chiefâa role reversal that Terrell was not expecting:
âWhatâs going on, Roger? May I ask why you dragged me down here rather than just chatting with me at the
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