worried. âThey found a body this morning beside the highway, at the end of the ancient way we took when we went to my brotherâs house. It was Melissa Carson. They say she was murdered.â
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âI think youâd better get a lawyer for your brother,â I said. âThe police will be talking to him and he may need one. Did you know that he and Melissa Carson were lovers?â
âWhat are you talking about? My brotherâs been celibate for thirty years. Heâs like a priest, for heavenâs sake.â
âMaybe heâs a priest, but he hasnât been celibate recently. Her mother will tell the police about the affair and Roland will automatically become a suspect, especially if they found her body on his land.â
âI donât really know exactly where they found her, but thatâs what I heard. Oh, dear! Youâre right. Iâll call a lawyer right now.â
âGood.â
âCan you go up there and find out what happened? Tell the police that youâre working for me. Find Roland and tell him to say nothing until the lawyerâs with him.â
âAll right, but I wonât have any influence. The police will have no reason to tell me anything.â
âThen just tell Roland to say nothing! Heâs so honest that he may get himself into trouble without realizing it! Please go now! Iâll be there myself as soon as I can.â
âThis might be a good time to tell the police about the vandalism. That would give them something to think about besides Roland.â
âNo, donât do that yet. No one should say anything until we talk with a lawyer. Please just go up there and make sure that Roland stays quiet while you find out what actually happened. Iâll see you up there. Hurry!â
The phone buzzed in my ear.
I hung up, found Ann Bouchardâs number in the book and called her. Ann was a reporter for the Gazette . In the days before I met Zee, Ann and I had spent some time together. Now both of us were married to other people, but we were still friends. I thought if I tipped her about this killing she might pass me off as an assistant when she went up to cover the story. But Ann was already gone, having been tipped earlier. So much for the latest of my best-laid plans. I got into the Land Cruiser and drove west.
Carole Cohen had a right to be worried, even if her brother was innocent as a dove. It was possible that the police wouldnât look back forty years into Roland Nunesâs past, but if they didnât it was likely that some newspaper reporter would. Ann Bouchard, for instance, would see a story in the fact that a war hero turned reclusive monk was now a principal figure in the murder of a sexually charged woman who had been his lover. If Ann dug very deep both she and the United States Army would discover the truth about Nunes and the military would be sure to prosecute him for desertion.
Unless, that is, the real killer was discovered quickly enough to cause both the police and the reporters to lose interest in Nunes so that his past remained unexamined.
Both sides of the paved road were lined almost bumper to bumper with cruisers and civilian cars when I got to the site, but I found a spot where I could park and walked toward the center of activity, where local and state police were holding back curious civilians and trying not to contaminate the crime scene encircled by yellow tape. There was no body, which meant that the ambulance had come and gone, but detectives were still looking for anything that might help clarify things for them. They were being careful trying not to join the ranks of investigators who infamously destroy more evidence than they find.
Ann Bouchard and another reporter were talking with Sergeant Dom Agganis of the state police while Domâs underling, Officer Olive Otero, kept an eye on what was going on inside the tape. Olive and I had wasted a lot of time and energy over
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