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said.
“Thanks. You too. We might get thrown out on our butts from this thing, you know. The grandparents are more than pissed that we don’t even have a suspect.”
Mickey moved out of the way for a deputy to pass by and head outside. “They need someone to blame, and right now it’s easiest to blame us.” He sat down at an empty desk. “Did Janessa have a boyfriend before George? There’s nothing in the reports about her sexual history.”
“Why would we include that?”
“Because it’s possible one of her former lovers did this to her. I’m not sure I believe it, but this could be jealousy and rage. There wasn’t any semen found.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Well, she dated a boy named Jason. I think they were high school sweethearts before she met George.”
“Do you know where Jason is?”
“Oh yeah. He’s the best mechanic in town.”
Mickey noticed the screensaver of the computer he was in front of. A girl in a bikini holding a beer. “Can we go visit with him?”
“Now?”
“No time like the present.”
“ Let me grab a coat, at least.”
The mechanic shop was n early empty except for one minivan getting its oil changed. As they parked, a young man wiping his hands with a dirty rag approached them from the driver side, and Suzan rolled down her window.
“Hey, Sheriff,” the boy said. “You need a change?”
“No thanks, Jason. I’m actually here about something else. This is Special Agent Parsons with the FBI. He wanted to ask you a few questions about Janessa.”
The boy pale d. “I don’t know nothin’, Sheriff. She wouldn’t even talk to me no more.”
“How come?”
Jason looked to the street as a car sped by the shop. “Once she started datin’ George, she didn’t wanna see me. She said he was jealous and won’t let her.”
“What was she like,” Mickey asked, “sexually?”
Jason stared at him a moment. “What’chyu mean?”
“Were you two in a relationship?”
“Well, yeah. She was my girl.”
“She ever cheat on you?”
He paused. “Yeah, she fucked around behind my back. But I deserved it. I did it to her first.”
“Who’d she cheat on you with?”
He shook his head. “Some douche. Nathan McCarty. He owns a mortgage company in Homer. Total fuckhead. She said he smacked her around a little when she wouldn’t put out.”
“Smacked her around how?”
“Just like… was forceful. That’s why we broke up. She was scandalous.”
“I thought you said she broke up with you ’cause she met George?”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant. But even before that , I dumped her skank ass.”
Unlike the rest of his clothing, the man’s shoes were clean and white, without a single stain. “Where were you the night she was killed?”
“Hey, man, I got them cops to already talk to my boys. I was at a party playin’ Hold ’Em. Ten people was there, at least.”
Mickey was quiet a moment. Jason grew impatient in the silence and began glancing around.
“Can I get back to work now?”
“Sure,” Suzan said. “But leave your cell phone on in case I need you.”
“Yeah, I will. See ya, Sheriff.”
“See ya.”
When they were alone again, Mickey said, “He’s hiding something.”
“He’s a good kid. Some of the widows and elderly in town that are on fixed incomes, he changes their oil for free. Rotates their tires and stuff. But he’s right about Nathan. He is a douche. I knew that kid back from my patrol days. He was always doing beer runs or selling pot at school. Bad apple.”
“People can change. I was rebellious in my youth as well. Do we have time to get to Homer and back before the funeral?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. You want me to call him first and let him know we’re coming?”
“No, I want to surprise him.”
17
Dry Creek Mortgage was in a strip mall near a 7- Eleven, with a series of apartments that looked like storefronts.
Homer appeared quaint and charming, though Mickey couldn’t
“Thanks. You too. We might get thrown out on our butts from this thing, you know. The grandparents are more than pissed that we don’t even have a suspect.”
Mickey moved out of the way for a deputy to pass by and head outside. “They need someone to blame, and right now it’s easiest to blame us.” He sat down at an empty desk. “Did Janessa have a boyfriend before George? There’s nothing in the reports about her sexual history.”
“Why would we include that?”
“Because it’s possible one of her former lovers did this to her. I’m not sure I believe it, but this could be jealousy and rage. There wasn’t any semen found.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Well, she dated a boy named Jason. I think they were high school sweethearts before she met George.”
“Do you know where Jason is?”
“Oh yeah. He’s the best mechanic in town.”
Mickey noticed the screensaver of the computer he was in front of. A girl in a bikini holding a beer. “Can we go visit with him?”
“Now?”
“No time like the present.”
“ Let me grab a coat, at least.”
The mechanic shop was n early empty except for one minivan getting its oil changed. As they parked, a young man wiping his hands with a dirty rag approached them from the driver side, and Suzan rolled down her window.
“Hey, Sheriff,” the boy said. “You need a change?”
“No thanks, Jason. I’m actually here about something else. This is Special Agent Parsons with the FBI. He wanted to ask you a few questions about Janessa.”
The boy pale d. “I don’t know nothin’, Sheriff. She wouldn’t even talk to me no more.”
“How come?”
Jason looked to the street as a car sped by the shop. “Once she started datin’ George, she didn’t wanna see me. She said he was jealous and won’t let her.”
“What was she like,” Mickey asked, “sexually?”
Jason stared at him a moment. “What’chyu mean?”
“Were you two in a relationship?”
“Well, yeah. She was my girl.”
“She ever cheat on you?”
He paused. “Yeah, she fucked around behind my back. But I deserved it. I did it to her first.”
“Who’d she cheat on you with?”
He shook his head. “Some douche. Nathan McCarty. He owns a mortgage company in Homer. Total fuckhead. She said he smacked her around a little when she wouldn’t put out.”
“Smacked her around how?”
“Just like… was forceful. That’s why we broke up. She was scandalous.”
“I thought you said she broke up with you ’cause she met George?”
“Yeah, that’s what I meant. But even before that , I dumped her skank ass.”
Unlike the rest of his clothing, the man’s shoes were clean and white, without a single stain. “Where were you the night she was killed?”
“Hey, man, I got them cops to already talk to my boys. I was at a party playin’ Hold ’Em. Ten people was there, at least.”
Mickey was quiet a moment. Jason grew impatient in the silence and began glancing around.
“Can I get back to work now?”
“Sure,” Suzan said. “But leave your cell phone on in case I need you.”
“Yeah, I will. See ya, Sheriff.”
“See ya.”
When they were alone again, Mickey said, “He’s hiding something.”
“He’s a good kid. Some of the widows and elderly in town that are on fixed incomes, he changes their oil for free. Rotates their tires and stuff. But he’s right about Nathan. He is a douche. I knew that kid back from my patrol days. He was always doing beer runs or selling pot at school. Bad apple.”
“People can change. I was rebellious in my youth as well. Do we have time to get to Homer and back before the funeral?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. You want me to call him first and let him know we’re coming?”
“No, I want to surprise him.”
17
Dry Creek Mortgage was in a strip mall near a 7- Eleven, with a series of apartments that looked like storefronts.
Homer appeared quaint and charming, though Mickey couldn’t
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