check out the scene where Lester Perkins took a dive. To reach the spot where he allegedly fell I had to climb a chain-link fence. Beyond that is a guardrail, clearly marked, telling anyone who can read not to trespass. Then there’s this huge rock sticking out. It’s about six-foot long, not wide at all. It’s easy to see how someone could fall off.”
“So you think Lester’s death was an accident?”
“Nope. The rock has graffiti on it; Lester wasn’t the first to venture out on it. The thing that strikes me odd: Lester was on it at night. The park closes at seven, no security to speak of. I was scared shitless standing on it in broad daylight. Either Lester was suicidal or he was pushed.”
“In other words, we’ll have difficulty proving she murdered Lester Perkins.”
“You got it, sister.”
“We do have more than one pole in the water. Keshana Green is Perry’s daughter. What does that tell you?”
“She used her daughter to thwart the insurance company.”
“Exactly.”
“Where’s the daughter?”
“In Dawson. Have you ever been there?”
“Nope. Never heard of it.”
“Eventually we’ll have to go down there and talk to Keshana. She’s living with the grandmother--we might be able to glean something evidentiary out of one of em.”
“What time today are you going down there?”
“Bob, today is Sunday.”
“I know what day it is. Right now I’m getting ready for church.”
“Bob Kelvis, a man who keeps pornographic material in his desk, goes to church? I find that hard to believe.”
“Believe it. I’m a bachelor, remember. The church is an excellent place to meet women. I met my second wife at a revival. How you know what’s in my desk?”
“Figured you had to put em somewhere. Everyone knows when you’re reading the monthly statistic folder you’re covering Playboy , Hustler , High Society , Penthouse --”
“Enough! You’re in such a charming mood this morning, why not mosey down the dirt road and see what you can dig up from the locals. After church I’ll check with Arkansas Game and Fish and see if we can get someone to take us out to where Willie Davis took the plunge.”
“Okay, why not? I’m not doing anything here. Maybe we can start connecting the dots on this one. I had a dream of Perry the other night. We need to stick a fork in this one.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. Like I said, I’ve got a bad feeling about this one. When I get a premonition, Lord knows, anything can happen.”
“A strange mix, Bob. ESP and Christianity. ”
“Trust me, babe, we’ve got to keep our eyes and ears open on this one.”
Tasha took a hot shower and put on her western wear. Black slacks, black snake-skinned boots, a red-and-black sequin shirt and a black cowboy hat. She looked in the mirror, felt utterly ridiculous, and changed into blue jeans and a plain white shirt, but kept the snake-skinned boots. She was thankful for the excursion, not wanting to sit around all day staring at four walls.
Also thankful that Bob wasn’t riding along. Every road trip he would insist on stopping at every rib joint, catfish house, and chicken hut en route. What he couldn’t eat in one sitting, he’d wrap up and bring to the car. Not five minutes away, he would unwrap what he had and devour it as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
Today she traveled alone, enjoying the sunshine and light traffic. Driving relaxed her mind. She could reminisce about the good old days.
Neal was much thinner
“So you think Lester’s death was an accident?”
“Nope. The rock has graffiti on it; Lester wasn’t the first to venture out on it. The thing that strikes me odd: Lester was on it at night. The park closes at seven, no security to speak of. I was scared shitless standing on it in broad daylight. Either Lester was suicidal or he was pushed.”
“In other words, we’ll have difficulty proving she murdered Lester Perkins.”
“You got it, sister.”
“We do have more than one pole in the water. Keshana Green is Perry’s daughter. What does that tell you?”
“She used her daughter to thwart the insurance company.”
“Exactly.”
“Where’s the daughter?”
“In Dawson. Have you ever been there?”
“Nope. Never heard of it.”
“Eventually we’ll have to go down there and talk to Keshana. She’s living with the grandmother--we might be able to glean something evidentiary out of one of em.”
“What time today are you going down there?”
“Bob, today is Sunday.”
“I know what day it is. Right now I’m getting ready for church.”
“Bob Kelvis, a man who keeps pornographic material in his desk, goes to church? I find that hard to believe.”
“Believe it. I’m a bachelor, remember. The church is an excellent place to meet women. I met my second wife at a revival. How you know what’s in my desk?”
“Figured you had to put em somewhere. Everyone knows when you’re reading the monthly statistic folder you’re covering Playboy , Hustler , High Society , Penthouse --”
“Enough! You’re in such a charming mood this morning, why not mosey down the dirt road and see what you can dig up from the locals. After church I’ll check with Arkansas Game and Fish and see if we can get someone to take us out to where Willie Davis took the plunge.”
“Okay, why not? I’m not doing anything here. Maybe we can start connecting the dots on this one. I had a dream of Perry the other night. We need to stick a fork in this one.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. Like I said, I’ve got a bad feeling about this one. When I get a premonition, Lord knows, anything can happen.”
“A strange mix, Bob. ESP and Christianity. ”
“Trust me, babe, we’ve got to keep our eyes and ears open on this one.”
Tasha took a hot shower and put on her western wear. Black slacks, black snake-skinned boots, a red-and-black sequin shirt and a black cowboy hat. She looked in the mirror, felt utterly ridiculous, and changed into blue jeans and a plain white shirt, but kept the snake-skinned boots. She was thankful for the excursion, not wanting to sit around all day staring at four walls.
Also thankful that Bob wasn’t riding along. Every road trip he would insist on stopping at every rib joint, catfish house, and chicken hut en route. What he couldn’t eat in one sitting, he’d wrap up and bring to the car. Not five minutes away, he would unwrap what he had and devour it as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
Today she traveled alone, enjoying the sunshine and light traffic. Driving relaxed her mind. She could reminisce about the good old days.
Neal was much thinner
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