“A real ripe one, huh?” Behind him in the parking lot, the customers had recovered nicely from their eviction and were photographing each other in front of the store. Mrs. Jim Bob paced in a tight circle, snapping at anyone who dared stray into her path. I was responsible for this noticeably un-Christian behavior; she’d wanted to rope off the area around the body and keep selling ashtrays and Tshirts, but I had not been amenable. Darla Jean sat on the top step of the porch and prevented the more adventuresome fans from peering through the window. Hammet was charging two dollars to pose and his pockets were bulging. “I took a quick look at the body,” I said. “There’s blood in the left ear and a dark smear visible under the back of the wig, probably from a fractured skull. It looks as if the face was wiped, but there’s coagulated blood in the nostrils and a small amount of blood froth around mouth. Lungs punctured by a broken rib, maybe.” “But no blood on the clothes?”
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