place to hide.â He sighed. âAnd that would mean premeditation. I canât buy that. The person found out something, and lost it. This was sudden, uncontrolled.â
Jack picked up the golf club that was leaning beside the door in a plastic bag, already examined by the forensic people. âI donât golf. What can you tell me about this?â
âItâs a Callaway, a Big Bertha Fusion FT-3 driver.â
âExpensive?â
âVery, but about the same as some of the other big names. Theyâre excellent.â
âWould there be a whole lot of them out at the country club?â
âSure. This is an affluent area.â
âOkay, thanks. Iâll be in touch.â Jack left the morgue, actually a converted room in the basement of the Goddard Bay Community Hospital. At that moment, Jack was very glad he wasnât in Chicago with its chains of command and its protocols. He was free to do what he thought best. He punched up his friend John Goddard on his cell.
John answered, listened. When Jack finished, he said, âI thought I was going to throw up. I didnât know a human being had that much blood in himâand other stuff. It was everywhere. That was pretty ugly, Jack.â
âYeah, it was. Okay, Iâm heading over to interview Marci Maynard. Iâm betting she knows our murderer. You want to come?â
John thought about it. âNo, I think it would be best if I stayed out of the investigation for now. This is a big case for us. I donât want to be accused of crossing any lines, of manufacturing evidence for an indictment.â
âOkay, no problem. Hey, John, you donât golf much these days, do you?â
âNo, not much. Jason was hit over the head with a driver, right?â
âYeah, a Callaway.â
âGood clubs, used by lots of pros, probably a lot of our locals as well. You might need some luck tracking that down. Oh yeah, Jack, something else. This isnât about the murder. This is aboutâwell, itâs a favor, a big one. Iâm in a little trouble here.â He told Jack about Kelly Beverly, the engagement ring, and the reservations at Le Fleur de Beijing that evening.
Jack laughed, couldnât help it. âShe knocked you right out of your boots, did she?â
âShe knocked them into the next town, Jack. I was a goner. You can take this to the bank: I swear on the grave of my crazy uncle Albert that Iâm never going to do it again.â
âYeah, yeah, thatâs what you used to say when we were hanging our heads over the john the morning after one of those sorority parties.â
âOkay, youâre right. I donât want it again until Iâm more mature, more able to control my brain afterward.â
âThink a moment about a guyâs hard wiring.â
âOkay, maybe youâre right. Will you help me out here?â
âSo you want me to come fetch you at the Fleur de Beijing at exactly nine-thirty tonight, with something urgent about the case. Thatâll give you an hourâyouâre sure youâll have gotten yourself off the hook by then?â
âIf I havenât, shoot me.â
Jack grinned into his cell. He knew John didnât really need him to be there, only wanted some help to make a graceful exit after breaking up with Kelly. It had happened before. Theyâd met at Princeton, John a psychology major because he didnât know yet what he wanted to do with his life, and Jack in many of the same psych classes because he knew all along he wanted to be a cop. As it turned out John had gone to law school, while Jack went on for his masterâs degree in forensic science. The FBI had called, which was gratifying, but heâd wanted something local, and moved back to where his family lived, in Chicago. But now he was here, in Goddard Bay, largely because John Goddard, the newly elected district attorney, had called him at the perfect
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