one,â the sheriff claimed. âWe found him at the murder scene, the murder weapon was in his truck, and I just found out that Jesse was scheduled to foreclose on Jedâs house today. Thatâs motive, my friend. Personally, I hope Jed fries. Jesse was one of my best friends.â
Jake could tell by the sheriffâs clenched jaw that the lawman wasnât going to be of any help. He had no reason to be. After all, he was a suspicious, opinionated man who always thought everybody was guilty of something. And he didnât like Jake very much to start with. Worse, if the rumors about Westâs and Jesse Thompsonâs collaborations were true, that was even more reason for West not to be helpful. His income had just been slashed by half with the death of his benefactor.
âWhere is he?â asked Jake.
âHeâs still in booking,â West announced. âYou can see him in about thirty minutes.â
âI want to see him right now,â Jake insisted. âIâm his lawyer, and I demand to see my client.â He clenched his jaw as tightly as the sheriffâs.
West finally relented. âHeâs down the hall. Interrogation room one.â He nodded toward the room.
Jake walked briskly in the direction West indicated and met two detectives in the hallway as they left the interrogation room. âIs Jed McClellan in there?â he inquired.
The first detective smirked. âYeah, heâs in there. Go in if you want. Weâre through with him.â
Jake peered at Jed through the small window in the door. The room was dimly lit and uninviting. A one-way mirror was built into the wall immediately adjacent to the door. Other than a metal table and four tattered chairs, the room had no furnishings.
Jake cursed Sheriff West under his breath for lying to him about Jed still being in booking. Jed looked terrible. He needed a shower and a shave. The booking officer had confiscated his belt and shoestrings. His clothes were wrinkled and unkempt, and he obviously had been crying.
Jake opened the door.
Jed immediately glanced up. âAm I glad to see you,â he stated with relief as Jake entered the room.
Jedâs smile brightened the dismal room, and that set Jake at ease. He still had to find out what happened, but at least he knew Jed wanted his help.
âYou look terrible,â began Jake. âAre you OK?â
âIâm OK. Just ready to get outta this place is all. How long you think theyâre gonna keep me? I need to get home to Ruth. Sheâs probably worryinâ about me.â
Jake tensed. Now he knew Jed didnât understand what was really going on. Or that he was now public enemy number one and would not be going home anytime soon.
âJed, Sheriff West told me they found you at the murder scene and the murder weapon was in your truck. Is that true?â
âI didnât kill Jesse Thompson.â Jedâs voice pleaded for Jake to believe him. âLord knows I wanted to, but I didnât. I found him like that. His brains all blown out. I donât know how that gun got in my truck. Somebody must have put it there, but it ainât mine.â
âTell me what you remember,â Jake instructed as he sat down in a chair across the table from Jed. âEverything.â
Jed told Jake about leaving the Bad Dog and driving to the cattle farm to talk to Mr. Thompson about stopping the foreclosure. He stopped at the gate and just spotted the man when he fell. When Jed reached Mr. Thompson, he was dead. Jed saw a small black pickup speeding away. Then he called the police.
âDid you see who was driving it, or anything else about it?â
âNo, I just saw the truck.â
Sheriff West had conveniently failed to mention the pickup when Jake talked to him earlier. Jake made a note about it. Any glimmer of hope would have to be chased.
âThis is a mess.â Jake replaced the top of his ink pen and slid
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