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tell why; he’d been to a dozen other similar small towns. The stores carried no billboards or frontage signs. He asked Suzan about it.
“ I’ve heard from folks that anything that makes the city uglier is actually outlawed. Look at the businesses. All their exteriors are wood. They all have to have that.”
They parked and went inside. A secretary behind the desk spoke on the phone, and she didn’t stop for them. Suzan cleared her throat. The secretary rolled her eyes and kept talking. Suzan took out her badge and placed it on the desk, then reached down and hung up the phone.
“Hey,” the girl said, “that was important.”
“ This is important. Please go get Nathan.”
“And who the hell are you?”
“I’m the sheriff and I need to talk to him.”
“You ain’t the sheriff. I know the sheriff. And you can get the hell outta here before I call him.”
Mickey pulled out his badge. “FBI. Go get your boss , or I’ll place you under arrest for obstructing a murder investigation and go get him myself.”
The girl opened her mouth as if to say something then closed it. Instead, she stormed into the back, stomped back out, and sat down. She crossed her arms. A moment later, a man in jeans and a white polo walked out.
“Sheriff Clay?”
“ Nathan.”
“What’re you doing here?”
“I needed to speak to you really quick. You got a sec?”
He stared at Mickey. “Um, yeah. Come on back.”
W ood paneling decorated the office. Posters of cars hung in metal frames: two Ferraris, a Porsche, Mercedes, and several Bentleys.
“I’m Agent Parsons with the FBI. I’m assisting Sheriff Clay in her investigation into the death of Janessa Hennley.”
“Yeah, yeah , I know about that. It was just fucking sad. She was smart and wanted to do shit with her life. She wanted to be an actress, I think.”
“Were you dating her at the time of her death?”
“No, not at all.”
“We have information that you may have had sexual relations with her shortly before her passing.”
He took a sip out of a bottled water on his desk before answering. “She was sixteen. I would never do that. But I heard she was wild.”
“Wild how?”
“You know, talkin’ dirty the whole time, tryin’ out new things, lots of different guys… That’s just what I heard, anyhow.”
“And how did you hear that?”
“We’re a small town. You hear things.”
T he screensaver on the man’s phone, lying out on the desk, portrayed a nude blond bent over at the waist. “Were you ever physically aggressive toward her?”
He grinned. “ Jason told you that, didn’t he? That fuckin’ spic. He was just pissed ’cause he wanted her to himself, and she didn’t play that way. Why don’t you ask him about last summer and see who’s physically aggressive.”
Suzan asked, “What happened last summer?”
“She was pregnant , and he forced her to get an abortion. She didn’t want one, but he roughed her up ’cause he knew he’d be in the shit since she was fifteen. So he dragged her down to Anchorage and they got one. She would call me up cryin’ about it for months after.”
“You still didn’t answer my question,” Mickey said.
“No, I never laid a fuckin’ hand on her.” He looked from one to another. “That it? ’Cause I’m real busy.”
“Where were y ou the night she was killed, Nathan? July twelfth,” Suzan said.
“I was over at my girl’s. You know her. Bonnie Streadbeck. With her the whole night. Call her and ask.”
“I will.”
Mickey rose. “Thanks for your time.”
As they exited the building , he spotted Nathan looking out the window. He stared unblinkingly and didn’t wave goodbye.
“Well that’s interesting about Jason,” Suzan said.
“If it’s true. I’ d like to go back and talk to him again. Maybe bring him in to the precinct for a formal.”
“Let’s pick him up on the way back , I guess. I’m gonna get an earful from his mom, though, I’m telling you.”
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“ I’ve heard from folks that anything that makes the city uglier is actually outlawed. Look at the businesses. All their exteriors are wood. They all have to have that.”
They parked and went inside. A secretary behind the desk spoke on the phone, and she didn’t stop for them. Suzan cleared her throat. The secretary rolled her eyes and kept talking. Suzan took out her badge and placed it on the desk, then reached down and hung up the phone.
“Hey,” the girl said, “that was important.”
“ This is important. Please go get Nathan.”
“And who the hell are you?”
“I’m the sheriff and I need to talk to him.”
“You ain’t the sheriff. I know the sheriff. And you can get the hell outta here before I call him.”
Mickey pulled out his badge. “FBI. Go get your boss , or I’ll place you under arrest for obstructing a murder investigation and go get him myself.”
The girl opened her mouth as if to say something then closed it. Instead, she stormed into the back, stomped back out, and sat down. She crossed her arms. A moment later, a man in jeans and a white polo walked out.
“Sheriff Clay?”
“ Nathan.”
“What’re you doing here?”
“I needed to speak to you really quick. You got a sec?”
He stared at Mickey. “Um, yeah. Come on back.”
W ood paneling decorated the office. Posters of cars hung in metal frames: two Ferraris, a Porsche, Mercedes, and several Bentleys.
“I’m Agent Parsons with the FBI. I’m assisting Sheriff Clay in her investigation into the death of Janessa Hennley.”
“Yeah, yeah , I know about that. It was just fucking sad. She was smart and wanted to do shit with her life. She wanted to be an actress, I think.”
“Were you dating her at the time of her death?”
“No, not at all.”
“We have information that you may have had sexual relations with her shortly before her passing.”
He took a sip out of a bottled water on his desk before answering. “She was sixteen. I would never do that. But I heard she was wild.”
“Wild how?”
“You know, talkin’ dirty the whole time, tryin’ out new things, lots of different guys… That’s just what I heard, anyhow.”
“And how did you hear that?”
“We’re a small town. You hear things.”
T he screensaver on the man’s phone, lying out on the desk, portrayed a nude blond bent over at the waist. “Were you ever physically aggressive toward her?”
He grinned. “ Jason told you that, didn’t he? That fuckin’ spic. He was just pissed ’cause he wanted her to himself, and she didn’t play that way. Why don’t you ask him about last summer and see who’s physically aggressive.”
Suzan asked, “What happened last summer?”
“She was pregnant , and he forced her to get an abortion. She didn’t want one, but he roughed her up ’cause he knew he’d be in the shit since she was fifteen. So he dragged her down to Anchorage and they got one. She would call me up cryin’ about it for months after.”
“You still didn’t answer my question,” Mickey said.
“No, I never laid a fuckin’ hand on her.” He looked from one to another. “That it? ’Cause I’m real busy.”
“Where were y ou the night she was killed, Nathan? July twelfth,” Suzan said.
“I was over at my girl’s. You know her. Bonnie Streadbeck. With her the whole night. Call her and ask.”
“I will.”
Mickey rose. “Thanks for your time.”
As they exited the building , he spotted Nathan looking out the window. He stared unblinkingly and didn’t wave goodbye.
“Well that’s interesting about Jason,” Suzan said.
“If it’s true. I’ d like to go back and talk to him again. Maybe bring him in to the precinct for a formal.”
“Let’s pick him up on the way back , I guess. I’m gonna get an earful from his mom, though, I’m telling you.”
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