screamed. âMother!â
Judith fell to the ground, reaching out to the prone figure. Then she blinked and uttered a strangled cry.
It wasnât Gertrude Grover who lay at the toolshedâs door. It was John Smith, and judging from the blood that soaked his body, he was very dead.
FIVE
J OE HEARD J UDITH scream. He came tearing out of the house, holster in one hand, .38 Special in the other.
âWhat the hellâ¦?â he shouted.
Judith swallowed hard. âItâs John Smith. Heâs dead.â
Joe let out a stream of obscenities. The toolshed door flew open, revealing Gertrude, leaning on her walker.
âWhatâs all this caterwauling?â she demanded. âHey!â she snapped, narrowing her eyes at Joe. âHow come youâre here? Whereâs my breakfast?â
âMotherâ¦â Judith began, struggling to her feet.
Gertrude finally looked past her walker and down at the ground. âWhoâs this bozo? He doesnât look so good.â
âItâs one of my guests,â Judith replied, aware that her knees would hardly hold her up. âI think heâs dead.â
âHunh,â Gertrude snorted. âThatâll make two of us if you donât get my food out here, dummy. Whereâs my breakfast ?â
Joe, who had knelt beside the body, turned a grim face up to his wife. âYouâre right. Heâs dead, and has been for a while.â Rising, Joe put the gun in its holster, then glanced around the yard. âI doubt if the killer ishiding in the shrubbery. Go in the house, Jude-girl. Call nine-one-one. Iâll wait here.â
â Wait ?â Gertrude banged her walker on the threshold. âGet this stiff out of here, you moron! I canât have a carcass lying around my front door! What next, Armenian war refugees?â
âMrs. G.,â Joe began, never having felt up to calling Gertrude anything more intimate, âwhy donât you go back inside andâ¦â
Judith didnât hear the rest. She was forcing herself to move as quickly as possible, though her feet felt like lead. Finally reaching the hallway by the back stairs, she was startled to see Pete and Marie Santori in their bathrobes.
âWhatâs going on?â Marie demanded in a harsh voice.
âAhâ¦â Judith fumbled for words. âThereâs been an accident. Iâll tell you later.â Tripping over her own feet, she made it to the phone and dialed the emergency number.
Pete and Marie didnât budge. âWhat kind of accident?â Marie asked in that same sharp tone after Judith hung up. âDid you tell whoever you called just now that somebody is dead?â
Catching her breath, Judith nodded. âIâm afraid so. Mr. Smith. I found him outside.â
âIâll be damned,â Pete said in a tone that bordered on awe. Then, to Judithâs amazement, he turned away and covered his face.
âRelax, Pete,â Marie said, patting her husbandâs arm. âItâs nothing to do with us. Isnât that right, Yummy-wummy?â The treacle had suddenly resurfaced in Marieâs voice.
âIâd better go outside,â Judith said, more to herself than to the Santoris. âExcuse me.â She brushed past Pete and Marie, grabbing jackets off their pegs as she went.
Joe had managed to get Gertrude back inside, though not without a fight. His mother-in-law had wedged her walker across the threshold, the removal of which had required some strongarm tactics on Joeâs part. When Judith returned, Gertrudeâs muffled curses could be heard from inside thetoolshed. Joe was standing in the rain, looking angry and out of breath.
âI donât need this,â he panted. âA freaking homicide in my own backyard! How the hell did this happen?â
âTo you?â Judith said meekly, trying to avoid looking at the body. âOr to John Smith?â
Joe sighed as
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