The End Of The Pier
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Two murders with the same modus operandi committed one year apart lead La Porte deputy sheriff Sam DeGheyn to the conclusion that the man serving time for the first murder has been unjustly imprisoned. 100,000 first printing. Mystery Guild Main. Lit Guild Alt.
returned their eyes to their plates and cups. “Tight ass at that,” Shirl hissed. Maud’s ex-husband had once actually walked into the Rainbow Café with his wife, and that had provided Shirl with a mother lode of conversational possibilities superseded only by God having been around at the Creation. Velda, the new—well, slightly used, given two prior husbands and three years of marriage to Ned—Mrs. Chadwick, was a model and once a Miss Universe contender. She had flyaway cheekbones, a mass of
(sometimes a little glibly, Sam thought), that made her think they couldn’t be much alike. From Bunny Caruso’s cottage there came a crash of what could have been glass breaking or a dozen other things. Sam was used to night-rending sounds coming from Bunny Caruso’s. Where, Sam wondered, did Maud think Chad got all of his qualities? She certainly didn’t think there’d been much genetic enhancement from the father’s side. Sometimes she’d look up at the star-salted sky as if Chad’s good qualities
pants off Sam DeGheyn (Sam just chewed his gum at that one), but get the hell out of the Elton County jurisdiction. Tony Perry might have been half his, but Loreen Butts was all Elton County. Sedgewick said it as if the two of them were bickering over prom dates. So Sam had waited for over three months before approaching the Elton County sheriff again, hoping that Sedgewick would have forgotten his massive irritation by then. Sam had stopped in the sheriff’s office in Hebrides to invite
Chad’s bed earlier. Casey, or the water trail of Casey, was well over halfway to land. Chad wasn’t really afraid for his life, not in this floating life-raft; but he questioned the sanity of this little outing. • • • Buoyed up by the water and looking at the stars, he would almost have enjoyed it except that his thoughts kept shifting between that bedroom scene and the drowned Docksiders that must be lying now on the floor of the lake like a sunken treasure ship. He felt the heat of the blush
expect they do, Wade. I’m not sure just what it is, myself.” She coughed. “It’s a sacred trust to know. To know what goes on in your town. That Billy Katz—you know him? He’s postal clerk over in Hebrides. Billy Katz is a disgrace to the profession.” Wade leaned forward, spat into the dark water, then continued, conversationally. “Yeah, that Billy. If it wasn’t for me going over there to pinch-hit him, well, that town’d hardly get any service at all. Don’t think I didn’t know all about Loreen