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.Mildred’s cemetery.” The chief’s voice was gentle, but his eyes never left her face.She looked dazed, uncomprehending.“Daryl’s dead?” The words were slow and painful.“Yes, ma’am.” He spoke quietly.“His body was discovered near the Pritchard mausoleum.He died as the result of a gunshot wound, an apparent homicide.His body has been taken to the hospital.The law requires an autopsy.Is there someone I can call to come and be with you?”“Daryl was shot?” Her voice was faint.“Who shot him?”“We have not found any witnesses.We have secured the crime scene—”I felt another qualm.Certainly the cemetery was not the actual crime scene.“—and the investigation is proceeding.I know this is a hard time for you to answer questions, but I would appreciate a few minutes with you.I won’t stay long.If you’ll tell me someone to call…”She held the door, moved like a sleepwalker to her right.She touched wall switches and bright lights revealed a rather stiff-looking living room with brocaded furniture, heavy red drapes, a red-and-blue Oriental rug, and a grand piano.She walked to a sofa, sank onto it.She gestured to an opposite chair with an overstuffed cushion and curly walnut legs.Chief Cobb sat squarely, shoulders braced, hands on his knees.“To your knowledge, did Mr.Murdoch appear to be in fear for his life?”“Daryl afraid? He was never afraid of anything.” There was an odd tone in her voice.The chief nodded.“Did Mr.Murdoch have any enemies?”I stood by the piano, looking at family photographs.There was a long-ago wedding portrait of Daryl and Judith.She looked prim, but her shy smile had charm, her blue eyes were eager.Dark hair gleaming, he stood with his chest out, proud and confident.So many photos, documenting passing seasons, a little boy with a mop of dark hair on a tricycle, the same boy marching in a school band with a clarinet, diving from a platform, throwing a Frisbee high in the air.I glanced at Judith.Her face was now flaccid with shock, but I doubted she’d had that eager look for many years.“Enemies?” She made an odd, helpless gesture.“Sometimes Daryl made people mad.He always wanted things done his way.”The chief persisted.“Had he quarreled with anyone recently?”“Not exactly quarrels.” She took a deep breath.“Daryl didn’t think a day was worth living if he didn’t butt heads with someone.He wanted things done right.If they weren’t, he let people know about it.”The chief’s face was bland.“I understand.Some people are natural leaders.”“Daryl was always in charge.” There was more sadness than admiration in her voice, and her eyes were empty.She drew her breath in sharply.“I have to find Kirby, tell him what’s happened.” She pushed to her feet.Chief Cobb rose, too, looked around the living room.“Do you expect him home soon?”Her hands came together, locked in a tight grip.“He’s staying at a friend’s house.”The chief’s eyes glinted.“Where?”She struggled for breath.“I don’t know exactly.I’ll be able to find him.”“You don’t know where he’s staying?” He raised an eyebrow.Judith made no answer, looked away.Chief Cobb rocked back on his heels, his face thoughtful.“When did he move out?”Tears welled, spilled down her cheeks.Judith wrapped her arms tight across her chest.“Two weeks ago.He’s nineteen and—” She broke off, looked worn and hopeless and bereft.Chief Cobb’s eyes were sympathetic, but the question was firm.“Were your son and his father estranged?”She flung out her hands, looked at him earnestly.“It wasn’t serious.Things would have worked out.” Her tone was hollow.“It was about a girl.Daryl didn’t like her.But Kirby wouldn’t hurt anyone.Ever.He’ll be very upset when I tell him.He and his daddy had so much fun when he was little, camping and fishing and hunting.”…when he was little…I wondered if Judith realized the implication of her words.Father and son were close when Kirby was a little boy, ready to do what his father wished.Now Kirby was big and wanted to make his own choices…hunting… Kirby would know about guns.But that was not unusual.A great many Adelaide boys grow up hunting.Cobb’s eyes were intent.“What’s the girl’s name?”“Lily Mendoza.She’s a waitress at the Green Door.”Chief Cobb nodded.“Is Kirby in school?”“He’s a senior.Daryl wants—wanted him—to apply to OU, but Kirby wanted to stay here, go to Goddard.”Goddard is a wonderful regional college and the pride of Adelaide.I wondered if Daryl wanted his son to attend OU to get him away from what he saw as an undesirable romance.“Well”—the chief’s tone was genial—“don’t worry, we’ll find him for you.Who are some of your son’s friends?” He pulled a small notebook from his pocket.Judith rattled off names.“Bob Harris, Al Schuster, Ted Minter.I’ll call them, try to find Kirby.”Chief Cobb said easily, “We’ll get in touch with Kirby.Now, it will be helpful to know something about Mr.Murdoch’s daily routine.”She answered quickly, eager to leave behind discussion of her son.“Daryl jogs…” A quick breath.“…jogged around six.After he showered and shaved, he went downtown for breakfast at Lulu’s.He opened the office at nine.” She looked inquiringly at Chief Cobb.He nodded.“Murdoch Investments.Used to be Murdoch and Carey.”“He was here and there during the day, in and out of his office.” She talked fast.“Daryl was on the vestry at St.Mildred’s.That took a lot of his time.He often dropped by the church on his way home.”Chief Cobb made notes.“Was there any change in your husband’s behavior in recent days? Was he worried about anything? Did he mention any concerns? Or fears?”Judith frowned.“He was mad about something at the church.”“The church [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]