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.Don’t forget how Michael lied to Denn about not knowing the mill had already been searched before he dumped Janie there to finish dying.”(Seth and Will had again been questioned on that point, and Seth confirmed that they’d met Michael at the head of the lane the day after Janie disappeared.)“He must have lied about his alibi.Anyhow, wasn’t he just one of many back then? How carefully did you really verify it?”“True,” Scotty said.Terry was satisfied.“One more unsolved murder off the books,” he said complacently.“One off, two on, isn’t it?”“Naah.This one we’ll get.Vickery’s new boyfriend doesn’t have a watertight alibi for either night.And neither does the new boyfriend’s old boyfriend, if you take my meaning.Plus, we’ve already checked the phone records and learned that Vickery called the new one early enough Friday night that either of ’em could have been sitting at that theater when Vickery drove up.He says Vickery just called to say McCloy had moved out, but we’ll see.”“Sounds awfully thin to me,” I said skeptically.Terry and Scotty exchanged glances.Then Terry, sighed.“I told you she wouldn’t buy it.”“Buy what?” I asked.“And she’s nosey as hell, too,” said Terry, shaking his head.“What?” I demanded.“Look, Deborah, what I’m about to say goes no further, okay? We haven’t run all the tests yet, but the lab’s trying to work us up a hopper pattern on those shotgun pellets.”“I didn’t know you could trace shotgun pellets,” I said.“You can’t.Not like bullets.But you know how they’re made?”Interested, I shook my head.“Not to go into too much detail, what it amounts to is that you melt a bunch of lead ingots in a vat and then you make the melted lead into pellets.Each vat’s got a slightly different metallurgic composition, so when the pellets are poured into a giant hopper to load the shells, each day’s production means a distinctive pattern effect in the hopper.More than likely, when somebody buys a box of shells, they all came out of the same hopper.When you analyze all the pellets in a single shotgun blast, you can say whether or not they match the metallurgic composition of another shotgun blast.Got it?”“Sounds awfully complicated and not terribly accurate,” I said.Scotty shrugged.“Sometimes it’s all we’ve got to go on.”“The point is,” said Terry, “the new boyfriend may or may not be involved in some other mess that’s going on, but these are not the first two guys that’ve been blown away with shotguns in the last six weeks.”I looked at them, flabbergasted, remembering that shooting down near Fort Bragg a few weeks back.“Drugs?”“Well, think about it,” Terry said, his homely face dead serious.“Who had a motive to kill them? Jed Whitehead? Maybe.If he’d known that Vickery killed his wife and McCloy helped cover it up.But how could he’ve known? Besides, he was at a schoolboard meeting that night till almost ten.“The Pot Shot’s fifteen minutes from I-95 that ties Miami to New York.Every two or three weeks, Vickery ships a load of pottery to Atlanta.Maybe the pottery didn’t always travel empty.You hear what I’m saying?”I heard, and oddly enough, it was more believable than their first solution.Just last week, one of the businessmen in Makely, an ex-police captain in fact and a man I’d have sworn was above reproach, was arrested for laundering drug money.“Just cool it for a while, okay?” asked Terry.“I don’t want to be doing a pattern analysis on pellets we dig out of you, okay?”“You got it,” I said, trying to assimilate all they’d given me to think about.As the two agents stood to leave, Terry cut his eyes at me in a familiar flash of droll amusement.“Guess I’ll see you next week.”I was confused.“You will?”“Yeah, Stanton and me.Kezzie’s invited us to your pig picking.”“He’s really giving one?”Terry grinned.“You mean he forgot to invite you? Hell, girl, it’s gonna be the social event of the political year.I hear Jim Hunt’s coming, and they’re even trying to get Terry Sanford — all the biggies.”A week later, Ambrose Daughtridge stopped by for a heart-to-heart after court adjourned and began by telling me that Denn and Michael had indeed written mutually beneficial wills.“Each named the other as executor of his estate and, failing that, I was named substitute executor,” he said.That Michael had intended to rewrite his will carried no legal weight, of course, and his original instrument would be probated as written: everything to Denn.He left everything to Michael as primary legatee and, should Michael die first, to his own brother’s sons, two teenage boys.Ambrose leaned closer and, in a softer than usual tone that meant this was to go no further, confided that Mrs.Vickery intended to try to have the ninety-nine-year lease on her Dancy property set aside.“If she just could’ve brought herself to tell me about Michael back then, I’d have sure made some different provisions in that reversion clause,” he said.To look after his sons’ interests, Denn’s brother had retained the legal services of a high-powered law firm in Raleigh.For starters, they were claiming that the lease alone was worth over a million dollars; and the court fight was shaping up to be every bit as complicated as John Claude had anticipated.I wanted no part of the battle, and it gave me great satisfaction to tell Ambrose, “I really do appreciate your courtesy in consulting me and your concern for the proprieties, so let me assure you, for the record, Ambrose, that there was nothing in my dealings with Mr.McCloy that would preclude your settling his affairs any way you choose.”Without the least hint of irony, he said, “Thank you, Deborah.Now you be sure and bill his estate for services rendered, you hear?”A rainy afternoon in a Pullen Park caboose? An arm to lean on, the night of his lover’s wake?Sure.* * *28i will arise and go back to my father’s houseMy mother had been such a sociable and hospitable person that people loved to come visit almost as much as she loved having them come.Daddy might grumble over the upset and inconvenience, but he enjoyed being a patriarch and acting the host to all the far-flung friends and family who trekked back to the farm.No matter how full the house, floor space for one more sleeping bag or pallet could always be found.Her favorite parties were big ones.Not the “cocktails from seven to nine” type, but big sprawling affairs that might go on for days [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]