on something for me. I got this e-mail from him just before Nate and Allyson got here.â
He unfolded the paper, which was a printout of an e-mail, and slid it in front of Phyllis and Sam. Phyllis leaned forward to read it, her frown deepening.
âThis doesnât really prove anything,â Sam said.
âItâs a gun registration,â DâAngelo said, even though both of them could see that for themselves. âIt proves that Nate Hollingsworth owns a high-powered hunting rifle . . . just the sort of thing youâd use if you wanted to put a scope on it and shoot somebody several blocks away.â
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Sam had a disheartened look on his face as he and Phyllis left the lawyerâs office a short time later.
âThis doesnât mean Nateâs guilty, you know,â she told him.âThere are probably hundreds of people in the county who own hunting rifles like that one. Maybe thousands.â
âYeah, but why didnât he come clean about it?â Sam said. âHe knows something like that could be important. He should know, anyway.â
âI imagine heâs scared. With everything else already weighing against him the way it is, he might think that if he admitted owning such a rifle, it would be the last nail in his coffin.â
âYeah, but if DâAngelo knows about it, you can bet the cops do, too. Isnât it better to be prepared for something like that that they could use against you?â
Phyllis couldnât argue with that logic. Sam was right. Nate should have told DâAngelo about the rifle.
âI wonder where it is now,â she said as they walked toward the spot on the square where she had left the Lincoln.
âWell, letâs say Nate used it last night to shoot Barney. I donât believe that for a second, mind you, but letâs just say that. What would he do with it afterward?â
âHe couldnât carry it out of the building,â Phyllis said. âThere were too many people around for that. Someone would have noticed. It might have even caused an uproar, someone walking around in a crowd like that, carrying a rifle.â
âSo he wouldâve had to leave it in his office, or at least somewhere in the building.â
âChief Whitmire probably wouldnât have been able to geta search warrant until this morning,â Phyllis said. âThat would have given Nate time to go back last night, after the parade and tree lighting were canceled and everyone was gone, to get the rifle and dispose of it somehow.â
Sam shook his head and said, âI sure donât like talkinâ like this. I know weâre just speculatinâ, but somehow it feels like weâre beinâ disloyal to Nate.â
Phyllis didnât feel any particular loyalty to Nate Hollingsworth, other than the fact that Sam liked and trusted him, but she knew what he meant. She had felt the same way whenever one of her friends was suspected of murder. She didnât like to even consider the possibility that they might be guilty.
âRight now, letâs devote our efforts to that other theory,â she suggested.
âThat the killer really meant to shoot somebody else?â Sam nodded. âI like that idea.â
Before they had a chance to discuss it more, however, they came in sight of Phyllisâs car.
And waiting beside it, microphone in hand, was Felicity Prosper.
Phyllis stopped short. She felt the impulse to turn around and go the other way, but it was too late. Felicity had seen them and started striding toward them, moving fast for someone wearing high heels. Josh Green and the other manâNick, Phyllis recalledâtrailed her. Nick, a stocky, red-haired man, had the video camera perched on his shoulder.
âMrs. Newsom,â Felicity said. âIf I could just have a word with you?â
âThe young fella ratted us out,â Sam said
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