CLAY MCCANN asked Sheila while picking up the business cards. He was agitated. “I don’t know—three hours, maybe.” “What did they want?” “Gee, Clay,” she said, rolling her eyes, “maybe they wanted to ask you about shooting four people dead.” Annoyed, he looked up at her from the cards. He recogniz...
Joe stayed back, giving Lothar room to work, nervously rubbing the stock of his shotgun with his thumb, watching the master tracker work while keeping his ears pricked to sound and peering into the shadows of the forest for errant movement. Lothar started at the single good boot print they’d foun...
The cool dark morning reflected his outlook, so he hoped the sun would break through. The arraignment of Missy was scheduled for 1:00 p.m. in the county building, and he’d agreed to pick up Marybeth at the library so they could attend together. A major reason for his discomfort was his unease at ...