Matty had said.
The dog.
It
was
a mean animal. An Alsatian, yes, but trained to be a mean. Iâd bet a weekâs pay that it was primarily a guard dog. As Matty pointed out, on a sheep farm youâd want a Border Collie, but Martin McAlpineâs herd was so small he didnât need that much help with the round up and so heâd got himself a good watch dog instead.
âStop the car,â I said to Matty.
âWhat?â
âStop the bloody car!â
He put in the clutch and brake and we squelched to a halt.
âTurn us around, drive us back to the McAlpines.â
âWhy?â
âJust do it.â
âOkay.â
He put the Rover in first gear and drove us back down the lane. When we reached the stone wall, Matty killed the engine and we got out of the Rover and walked across the muddy farmyard again.
I knocked on her door and she opened it promptly.
She had changed into jeans and a mustard-coloured jumper. She had tied her hair back into a pony tail.
âSorry to bother you again, Mrs McAlpine,â I said.
âNo bother, Inspector. What else was I going to do today? Wash the windows a second time?â
âI wanted to ask you a question about Cora? Is that the name of your dog?â
âYes.â
âAnd you say your husband was going up to bring the yearlings in, is that right?â
âYes.â
âAnd did he normally take Cora with him?â
âYes.â
âSo she wasnât tied up?â
âNo.â
âHmmm,â I said, and rubbed my chin.
âWhat are you getting at?â she asked.
âWas Cora always this bad-tempered or is this just since your husband was shot?â
âSheâs never liked strangers.â
âAnd you say the gunmen were waiting just behind the stone wall, right out there beyond the farmyard?â
âThey must have been, because Martin didnât see them until it was too late.â
âYou say they shot him in the chest?â
âChest and neck.â
âDid you hear the shot?â
âOh, yes. I knew what it was immediately. A shotgun. Iâve heard plenty of them in my time.â
âOne shot?â Matty asked.
âBoth barrels at the same time.â
âAnd when you came out your husband was down on the ground and the gunmen were riding off on a motorbike?â
âThat they were.â
âAnd you couldnât ID them?â
âIt was a blue motorbike, thatâs all I saw. Why all the questions, Detective?â
âWho investigated your husbandâs murder?â
âLarne RUC.â
âAnd they didnât find anything out of the ordinary?â
âNo.â
âAnd the IRA claimed responsibility?â
âThat very night. Whatâs in your mind, Inspector Duffy?
âYour husband was armed?â I asked.
âHe always carried his sidearm with him, but he didnât even get a chance to get it out of his pocket.â
âAnd you ran out and found him where?â
âIn the yard.â
âWhereabouts? Can you show me?â
âThere, where the rooster is,â she said, pointing about half the way across the farmyard, about twenty yards from the house and twenty from the stone wall. Not an impossible shot with a shotgun by any means, but then again, surely youâd want to get a lot closer than twenty yards and if you got closer, wouldnât that have given Captain McAlpine plenty of time to get his own gun out of his pocket?
âMrs McAlpine, if youâll bear with me for just another moment ⦠Let me get this clear in my mind. Your husbandâs walking out to the fields, with Cora beside him, and two guys come out from behind the stone wall and shoot him down from twenty yards away. Cora, who was for taking my head off, doesnât run at the men, and he canât get his gun out in time?â
Her eyes were looking at me with a sort of hostility
James M. Cain
Jane Gardam
Lora Roberts
Colleen Clay
James Lee Burke
Regina Carlysle
Jessica Speart
Bill Pronzini
Robert E. Howard
MC Beaton