Sheriff, and I want you to know I think you and Jesus have got it dead right.â
âYou religious, Miz Greene?â
âNo, but I donât believe in psychics. Thatâs a silly rumor that got started for the same reason most silly rumors do and Iâll be the first to declare it isnât true. But let me point out, Sheriff, that no one has to be psychic to see you are holding the wrong person for the murder of Gordon Cabot and I intend to prove it.â Charlieâs shins ached from the kicks the men across from her delivered under the table, accompanied by agonized looks of warning.
âI look forward to watching you do that, Miz Greene. Enjoy your eggs, folks.â He slapped his Smokey Bear hat on his ancient-astronaut crew cut, nodded to Mitch, handed his deputy the bill, and grabbed a toothpick at the counter on his way out.
âWhat do you want to do, get your mother hanged?â Mitch said. âJesus.â
âJesus doesnât believe in Charlie.â Scrag sat back so the waitress could deliver his order of steaming oatmeal; a plate heaped with huevos rancheros plus an extra side of beans and another of tortillas. He obviously was not expecting to pick up his own tab. âWait a minute,â he said, the brown sugar suspended over his oatmeal. âI heard about you I think, wasnât it last year? You with that agency on Wilshire where the receptionist was a witch and they found her body in the alley?â
âSomething like that.â
âWhat agency you with?â Mitch dug a pious spoon into a granola, yogurt, fresh fruit combination.
âCongdon and Morse.â
âNever heard of it.â
âWell, thank you very much.â Charlie dumped the poached eggs out of the bowl onto her toast order and poured the hot milk over it all. âPass the salt and pepper.â
âAnd one of the agents was a psychic and solved the murder.â
âNot because she was a psychic and the Beverly Hills PD did most of the work.â
âThatâs not what I heard.â
âHey, Iâm sorry,â Mitch broke in. âIâm sure thereâre lots of little agencies I never heard of. And I wouldnât put down psychics if I were you. Iâve known a few who were good.â
Oh boy. âSo how about you, now that your part in Ecosystem is done? Are you leaving?â
âIâd planned to stick around for a short river trip with John B. and Earl. Scout out sites for another documentary heâs got in mind that Iâm thinking of backing. Long as weâre here. Now with the murder and Edwina in jail I donât know whatâs going to happen.â
âEdwinaâs my problem.â
âI already have a lawyer,â Charlieâs problem told her. This time they sat across a table from each other in a small interrogation room with the same lady cop supervising. âYou just go on home and tend to more important business.â
âEdwina, you know I canât go off and leave you in this mess.â
âSure you can. Now Iâve got a lawyer I donât need an agent.â Her color was better this morning or else it was the indoor lighting. âOh, but before you go, tell John B. he canât use the critter footage we shot last night.â
âCanât use it? Edwina, thatâs box office. People eat that stuff up.â Next to watching Mitch Hilsten bat his eyelashes, theyâll remember seeing those critters doing their critter thing. âHow often do you get creatures in the wild to sit still for a camera like that?â
âThatâs just it,â Edwina said. âYou donât.â
âYou donât expect me to go out there and try to tell him those werenât real rats and bats and that fox wasnât really a fox like this isnât really a desert?â
âTheyâre real enough, but thatâs not the way they really act. The bat would have taken
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