talking about cold-blooded murder, though, and it was hard to put any sort of pretty face on that.
âIf he did, the other bullets had to go somewhere,â DâAngelo mused. âI wish I could get a look at that carriage. The cops wonât let me anywhere near it, though, unless they charge Nate. Even then theyâll stonewall. Anything I get out of them, Iâll have to force it.â
âWhat difference does it make whether there was one shot or several?â Nate asked.
âIt helps us know just how good a shot the guy really is.One shot, in a crowd like that, heâs got to be a real sharpshooter.â
A frown creased Phyllisâs forehead as something occurred to her. She leaned forward and said, âUnless heâs really not a good shot at all.â
âHow can you say that?â Sam asked. âHe hit what he was aiminâ at, and no matter how you look at it, it was a hard shot.â
âUnless,â Phyllis said, âhe wasnât aiming at Mr. McCrory at all.â
Chapter 10
S ilence reigned around the table for a long moment. Then Allyson said, âYouâre saying you think . . . whoever it was . . .
didnât
mean to kill my father?â
âIâm not saying I think that, no,â Phyllis replied. âWe donât have anything to make us believe that Mr. McCrory wasnât the target. But itâs
possible
that whoever fired that shot meant it for someone else. There were a lot of people around, after all, as weâve mentioned several times.â
DâAngelo leaned back in his chair and looked intently at her.
âThatâs right,â he said. âWith a crowd of people like that, until we know who pulled the trigger, we canât be sure who they were aiming at. There was even a politician right behind McCrory. Maybe
he
was the intended victim.â
âWait a minute,â Allyson said. âYou mean my father may have died by
accident
?â
Her voice had a ragged edge of hysteria in it.
âItâs just a possibility,â Phyllis said, keeping her own voice level and calm. âSomething else that could be a good idea to investigate.â
âI agree,â DâAngelo said. âLetâs face itâthe cops arenât going to think that far outside the box. Theyâre only going to concentrate on the obvious, and that means finding out who had a motive for wanting Barney McCrory dead, which brings them right back to Nate.â
Allyson shuddered.
Nate squeezed her shoulder again and said, âIf the man was really after somebody else, why did he stop shooting?â
âBecause he realized he missed,â Sam said. âThat couldâve shaken him up some. And once those horses took off like they did, there was no way he could take another shot, no matter how good a marksman he was.â
Phyllis nodded and said, âAs a theory, it holds together. But thatâs all it is: a theory.â
âWeâll start with the guy in the sleigh,â DâAngelo said. âThe . . . county judge?â
âCounty commissioner,â Phyllis said. âClay Loomis.â
âNot exactly a real big shot, is he?â
âYouâd be surprised how hot and heavy some of those election campaigns get, even on the county level,â Sam said. âTo some people, beinâ a big fish in a small pond is still worth fightinâ over.â
âNot to mention sometimes thereâs a considerable amount of money in play when it comes to county contracts,â Phyllis added. âIâm not saying itâs a motive for murder . . .â
âBut sometimes it doesnât take much,â DâAngelo finished for her. âHow about those girls? Santaâs slutty little elves?â
âThey were high school girls,â Phyllis said, a little sharper now.
DâAngelo shrugged and spread his hands.
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Michael Pearce
Paul Preuss
Jo Ellen
Thomas J. Rock
Sariah Wilson
Owen Laukkanen
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Lynne Wilding
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