the jail behind the courthouse.
âThen how come they didnât dump the body on the city hall steps where the mayorâs office is?â Michael couldnât keep from asking.
When the old man got a confused look on his face, the sheriff shot a hard look at Michael before he smoothed things over. âNow thatâs an idea, Roy. About the extremists. Weâll be sure to check into that.â
They left the old man looking satisfied with his theory again as they went on out the back door to the sound of the mop licking the floor.
Once outside, the sheriff said, âYouâre going to have to learn to humor folks, Mike. What might seem foolish to you makes perfect sense to them, and itâs a comfort for them to think theyâve got things figured out.â
âSorry, Sheriff, but itâs been a long afternoon and Iâve heard just about every wild idea you can think of, from it was escaped convicts we donât even know have escaped yet to the mob. The mobâs probably the front-runner right now.â
âCould be theyâre right, Mike. They know about as much as we do at this point. But itâs better if we donât make a big mystery out of every little thing.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLike those keys. Royâs getting old. In all likelihood he hung those keys on a different hook himself. Not that it matters. Canât see how that could have the first thing to do with that stiff out on the steps, can you?â
âI guess not.â
The sheriff clapped Michael on the shoulder. âNow go on home and get rested up so you can listen to a whole new bunch of theories tomorrow. Just think of the ideas folksâll be able to come up with after a whole night to ponder on it.â
9
At the time, Michael had managed to pull out the smile the sheriff had expected, but now as his cruiser bounced around a chughole in his lane, he groaned at the thought of more half-baked theories. He had about used up all his patience that afternoon, talking to people on the street and in the stores.
As hard as it was to believe, nobody had seen or heard anything. Not even from the three businesses across from the courthouse. Jim Deatin had come in to his auto supply store about eight oâclock, but he never opened up till nine. So heâd spent the time in the back figuring out his new order and hadnât even looked out when he unlocked the front door.
The yellow lines were already flapping in the wind over on the courthouse lawn when Reece Sheridan got to his office. Reece had come in a little earlier than usual because his secretaryâs little boy had an ear infection, but that was still after nine. He claimed nobody ever needed a will or a deed drawn up before ten oâclock in the morning anyway, and that was about the only kind of legal work Reece did anymore. His main job these days was puttering around the lake in his boat, catching fish.
Joe Jamison got to work early, same as any other day. Since his wife died a couple of years back, Joe drank his coffee and read the paper at his shop in case someone showed up early for a trim. Joeâs Barbershop had been across from the courthouse ever since Michael could remember. When he was a kid, he hated getting his hair cut there, because no matter what he told Joe, the barber invariably cut his hair the same way. Some of his friends had talked their parents into taking them to Eagleton for haircuts, but Michaelâs father wouldnât even consider that.
âHow would we like it if Joe went to Eagleton to church?â he asked.
At thirteen, Michael hadnât cared where Joe Jamison went to church. He just wanted a haircut that would make the girls notice him, and Joeâs haircuts werenât doing the trick.
It had never happened. After the wreck, Michael had bigger worries than the right haircut. Such as his parents being gone, learning to walk when one of his legs didnât work
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