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enthusiastic “amen,” which with his heavy
accent sounded more like three syllables than two “ay-mi-en.”
“All right what is with the accent? Are you from the Deep South,
or are you just doing a 24/7 impression of Mathew McConaughey?” It was a rude
question, but it was exactly the kind of bluntness Devin was known for. Plus,
she felt like she could get away with it with her new nemesis.
“Why? Do you like it?” Shane wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“I’m not sure yet. It’s kind of like mold; it grows on you.”
“I’ll tell you if we get to ask you something.” The plotting
look was back, and Devin took the bait.
“What, a little truth or dare over lunch?” She leaned back
in the booth and laid her arm up on the seat back but never broke eye contact.
Most people were unnerved when she kept cool, constant eye contact, but Shane
didn’t seem to mind.
“Ooh, can we skip right to the dare part?” Shane asked with
enthusiasm.
“No.”
“Darn!” He crumpled like a flattened balloon.
“But I will give you an answer.” He brightened considerably
and started pondering what question to go with.
“Uh-uh! First the accent, why do you have three times the
accent of anyone else in town?”
“That’s easy. I grew up in Pulaski down near the state line.
But I have been told I look a great deal like a certain actor from Texas.” He winked one of his twinkling blue eyes at her, which was about the only
similarity he had with said actor. His short gelled hair was darker than hers.
“Wow! I didn’t know the horse that played Mr. Ed was from Texas!” She kept her expression completely innocent. Shane glared at her, and Adam was
still snickering when their food arrived moments later.
“So how did you end up here instead of Pulaski?”
“No, no. It’s our turn for a question.” He looked affronted
that she would try to cheat.
“Technically this is just the second part to the first
question. Plus it’s my game, so my rules. How did you end up here?” She popped
a French fry in her mouth before he could say anything else.
“My Dad was from here originally, and my grandparents and
aunt and still live here, so after college I came here to help them out. I’ve
stayed pretty much ever since then.”
She let the “pretty much” part slide for another time and
took a sip of her float. “You weren’t kidding! This really is good!” She took
another long pull. “How about you Adam are you a local or a transplant?”
Adam waved his fork in the air indecisively. “A little of
both, actually. I needed an extra credit in college that required me to do a genealogy
research project, which led me to Fenton. My family ties here are very old. I
liked the town so much, I took a job at the courthouse after graduation and
moved here.”
“Fair enough, so what’s your all’s question?”
Shane didn’t even hesitate. “Why are you looking into the Bennett
murder? Are you writing a book?” He had turned very serious. Even Adam had
grown sober and rested his elbows on the table, waiting for her response. Ahh, they think I’m writing a book about the murder, and they’re concerned I’m
going to trash their small-town law enforcement.
She had to smile at their dire faces. “No, I’m not writing a
book, and I’m not looking for a TV or movie deal, either. They visibly relaxed.
“I’m here because my father is Bobby Bennett, and Laney Bennett was his sister
and my aunt.”
She didn’t think it was possible for Shane to be speechless,
but it looked like that was exactly the case.
Adam looked alarmed. “Does the sheriff know that? It could
be a serious conflict of interest for a family member to look through those
files!”
Devin rolled her eyes at him. “Of course he knows! That’s
why he gave me access. I’m trying to bring closure to the family, not tarnish
Fenton’s precious reputation. Relax!” She had pegged Adam as a strait-laced, by
the books kind of guy. Boy, was I dead on!
accent sounded more like three syllables than two “ay-mi-en.”
“All right what is with the accent? Are you from the Deep South,
or are you just doing a 24/7 impression of Mathew McConaughey?” It was a rude
question, but it was exactly the kind of bluntness Devin was known for. Plus,
she felt like she could get away with it with her new nemesis.
“Why? Do you like it?” Shane wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“I’m not sure yet. It’s kind of like mold; it grows on you.”
“I’ll tell you if we get to ask you something.” The plotting
look was back, and Devin took the bait.
“What, a little truth or dare over lunch?” She leaned back
in the booth and laid her arm up on the seat back but never broke eye contact.
Most people were unnerved when she kept cool, constant eye contact, but Shane
didn’t seem to mind.
“Ooh, can we skip right to the dare part?” Shane asked with
enthusiasm.
“No.”
“Darn!” He crumpled like a flattened balloon.
“But I will give you an answer.” He brightened considerably
and started pondering what question to go with.
“Uh-uh! First the accent, why do you have three times the
accent of anyone else in town?”
“That’s easy. I grew up in Pulaski down near the state line.
But I have been told I look a great deal like a certain actor from Texas.” He winked one of his twinkling blue eyes at her, which was about the only
similarity he had with said actor. His short gelled hair was darker than hers.
“Wow! I didn’t know the horse that played Mr. Ed was from Texas!” She kept her expression completely innocent. Shane glared at her, and Adam was
still snickering when their food arrived moments later.
“So how did you end up here instead of Pulaski?”
“No, no. It’s our turn for a question.” He looked affronted
that she would try to cheat.
“Technically this is just the second part to the first
question. Plus it’s my game, so my rules. How did you end up here?” She popped
a French fry in her mouth before he could say anything else.
“My Dad was from here originally, and my grandparents and
aunt and still live here, so after college I came here to help them out. I’ve
stayed pretty much ever since then.”
She let the “pretty much” part slide for another time and
took a sip of her float. “You weren’t kidding! This really is good!” She took
another long pull. “How about you Adam are you a local or a transplant?”
Adam waved his fork in the air indecisively. “A little of
both, actually. I needed an extra credit in college that required me to do a genealogy
research project, which led me to Fenton. My family ties here are very old. I
liked the town so much, I took a job at the courthouse after graduation and
moved here.”
“Fair enough, so what’s your all’s question?”
Shane didn’t even hesitate. “Why are you looking into the Bennett
murder? Are you writing a book?” He had turned very serious. Even Adam had
grown sober and rested his elbows on the table, waiting for her response. Ahh, they think I’m writing a book about the murder, and they’re concerned I’m
going to trash their small-town law enforcement.
She had to smile at their dire faces. “No, I’m not writing a
book, and I’m not looking for a TV or movie deal, either. They visibly relaxed.
“I’m here because my father is Bobby Bennett, and Laney Bennett was his sister
and my aunt.”
She didn’t think it was possible for Shane to be speechless,
but it looked like that was exactly the case.
Adam looked alarmed. “Does the sheriff know that? It could
be a serious conflict of interest for a family member to look through those
files!”
Devin rolled her eyes at him. “Of course he knows! That’s
why he gave me access. I’m trying to bring closure to the family, not tarnish
Fenton’s precious reputation. Relax!” She had pegged Adam as a strait-laced, by
the books kind of guy. Boy, was I dead on!
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