Split Second (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 1) - Page 18

“They took my gun.”

“You have an alibi, right?”

“I was on patrol. I saw nobody and nobody saw me.”

“Too bad I wasn’t here earlier. I could have given you a hell of an alibi if you had just played your cards right.” She raised her right hand and placed her other on an imaginary Bible. “Your Honor, Mr. King is innocent because at the time of said murder, yours truly was getting seriously banged on the kitchen table by the said Mr. King.”

“Maybe in your dreams.”

“It has been in my dreams. But now I think I’m too late.”

“Joan, do me a great favor: get out of my house.”

She stepped back, her eyes searching his. “You’re not honestly worried about it, are you? The ballistics won’t match and that’ll be it.”

“You think so?”

“I’m assuming you had your gun with you while you were on patrol.”

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sp; “Of course, I did. My slingshot’s broken.”

“Jokes. You always made stupid jokes when you were the most nervous.”

“A guy is dead, Joan, in my office, dead. None of this is really funny.”

“Unless you murdered the man, I don’t see how your gun could have done it.” He didn’t answer and she said, “Is there something you haven’t told the police?”

“I didn’t kill Jennings, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t thinking it. I know you too well.”

“Well, people change, they really do.”

She picked up her bag. “Would it be all right if I came to visit you again?” She added quickly, “If I swear not to do that.” She glanced over at the trashed kitchen table.

“Why did you do it?” he asked.

“Eight years ago I lost something important to me. This morning I tried to get it all back, using a method that turned out to be embarrassingly stupid.”

“What’s the point of our seeing each other again?”

“I actually have something I want to ask you.”

“So ask.”

“Not now. Another time. I’ll be in touch.”

After she left, he started to pick up the kitchen. In a few minutes everything was clean and back in order. If only he could do the same thing to his life. However, he had a feeling that a lot more things were going to be broken before this was over.

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MICHELLE TOOK a short puddle-jumper flight to North Carolina. Because she didn’t have her credentials and badge anymore but did have her weapon’s permit, she had had to check her gun and a small knife she always carried into the cargo hold, retrieving them only after the plane landed. The blanket policy of confiscating all weapons that had been enacted after 9/11 had been relaxed somewhat, although without her badge it was not that easy. Michelle rented a car and drove about an hour to the small town of Bowlington, fifty miles east of the Tennessee border and in the shadow of the Great Smoky Mountains. However, there wasn’t much of a town left anymore, she soon discovered. Textile manufacturing had driven the area in its heyday, she was told by an old-timer at the gas station where she stopped.

“They make all that stuff in China or Taiwan for peanuts now, not the good old U.S. of A.,” lamented the man. “What we got left here, not much.” He punctuated the comment by spitting some tobacco chew into a mason jar, rang up her soda and handed back her change. He asked her what she’d come here for, but she was noncommittal. “Just passing through.”

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