me. âYou have a problem on your hands.â
I couldnât even pretend I didnât know what she was talking about. âI donât know what to do. That baby, overnight, is her and Oscarâs world.â
All merriment fled Ceceâs face. âWhen you find that baby mama, thereâs going to be hell to pay.â
âI know.â
âIâll give Coleman a call,â Cece offered. âMaybe it would be best if he took the infant to Child Services sooner rather than later.â
âNo!â I didnât mean to sound so emphatic. âTinkie has her because thatâs whatâs best for the baby. Pulling her away now wonât keep Tinkie and Oscar from getting hurt, but putting Libby into the system might be damaging. Weâre in this. Weâll just have to keep on course to the bitter end.â
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8
I wasnât the type to suffer prophetic dreams, but the conversation with Cece must have lodged deep in my subconscious because I spent the night chasing after little Libby, who had suddenly grown into a baby with Olympic track abilities. She crawled faster than I could run. I chased her over the river and through the woods, while she scooted about like a nymph from Greek mythology.
In the background of the dream, Tinkie searched for the baby, calling to her in a plaintive voice. She sounded like a lost soul.
I woke up at daybreak, exhausted. I had to find Pleasant Smithâfor Libbyâs sake and for my partner. And I had to find out whoâd stabbed Rudy Uxall. He was my best lead.
First on my agenda was Rudy. I called DeWayne, who filled me in on his investigation into the young manâs death. Uxall had been stabbed in the thigh. The blade had nicked the femoral artery, and medical care could have saved his life.
âAn inch to the left and it would have been a muscle injury and Uxall would be alive,â DeWayne said. âIf heâd gone to the hospital, heâd be alive. I found out something else, too. Rudy got into a fight with a muscular blond man about a month ago at the Waystation Bar on the Bolivar County line. The fight was about a pregnant woman whoâd been playing and singing in the bar.â
âHowâd you find this out?â
âI tracked down Rudyâs family. Hoss Kincaid had to break the bad news to them about Rudyâs death. He said one of the Uxall brothers told him Rudy had been in a fight with an ex-con.â
âName?â
âHe didnât know. But the brother, Alfred Uxall, said the fight was about a pregnant singer. It has to be Pleasant. Alfred denied knowing anything about Pleasant or how Rudy was involved with her.â
âThanks, DeWayne.â
âHowâs Colemanâs case going?â I missed Coleman. Iâd become spoiled by having him as a sounding board.
âHe hopped a private plane to Memphis this morning at six. Should be back by two. Heâs with the three bodies, waiting for the autopsy. Heâs worried, Sarah Booth. This kind of element in Sunflower County is more than we can manage. Even with help from the state investigators and the highway patrol, we canât cover the land area we need to patrol.â
âWatch Colemanâs back,â I requested.
âWill do.â
DeWayne gave me Rudyâs address, which turned out to be not too far from the road where Charity Smith lived. Although it was in Bolivar County, I went anyway. Hoss Kincaid would just have to get over himself.
When I pulled up in the yard, I knew Iâd made a mistake. Rudyâs kin had gathered to wake his death. They were a burly group of four large men and the fiercely unhappy glare they sent my way should have warned me off. I couldnât let it.
A big man, at least six-foot-six, came toward the car. âWeâre not interested in talking with anyone,â he said. âYou can leave the same way you came in.â
I introduced myself and got a long glare
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