off the truck. âWe had a heart attack victim on the other side of the hill. The medics should be here any minute. Whatâs going on?â
Once again, Judith offered an explanation. She recognized two of the firefighters. They recognized her. After checking the body, one of them shook his head. âMan, how do you do it, Mrs. Flynn? Do you find them or do they find you?â
Judith was spared an answer by the arrival of the medics. She also recognized one of them, a woman who had shown up at Hillside Manor when the movie producer had been killed two years earlier. It was no wonder that Jason and Colleen were staring at her. Judith figured that they must feel as if they were at some kind of macabre homicide reunion.
âYouâve done this before?â Colleen whispered in awe.
Judith nodded.
âWe havenât,â Jason said. âThis is our first. No wonder youâre so calm.â
âIâm not, really,â Judith protested. âIf you could see my insides, theyâd look like boiling pasta. But Ido know the drill. My husbandâs a retired police detective.â
âWow,â said Jason.
âGolly,â said Colleen.
âDrat,â said Judith.
As sheâd predicted, an unmarked city car entered the parking lot, where minor chaos was erupting as customers tried to leave and newcomers were waved off. Phil reappeared, looking distressed.
âHow long will this take?â he asked one of the firefighters.
âAn hour, maybe two,â the young man replied. He explained to Phil that the car would be towed after the detectives and the crime-scene experts checked it out. Photographs would have to be taken. Shoulders slumping, Phil went back inside.
âWe can give you a ride home when theyâre finished here,â Jason offered.
âThanks,â Judith said, âbut I really have to leave before then. Maybe theyâll let me go as soon as I answer some questions. By the way, I want to get my belongings out of the car. I hope thatâs not a problem.â
If only, Judith thought, Woodrow Price, Joeâs former partner, or one of the other detectives she knew would show up. But Woody and his wife, Sondra, were vacationing in Quebec. As the doors to the unmarked police car opened, she didnât recognize either of the men who got out. One was tall and slender, forty or so, neatly dressed and moving with precision. The other was a little older, but short, pudgy, and his shoes didnât match.
They brushed past Judith and went straight to theSubaru. âWhat have we got here?â the taller man inquired in a brisk manner.
âDeceased male, forties, Dairyland logo on back of jacket,â one of the medics replied. âI think heâs been dead for less than an hour, Glenn.â
âWeâll let the ME decide that,â Glenn snapped. He turned to his partner. âCamera ready?â
The other detective grunted a reply before producing the camera from under his rumpled raincoat. âWhere the hell are the regular photographers?â he groused. âThey get vacationâI donât, not until August.â
Glenn beckoned the patrol officers. âWho found the body?â he inquired.
Jason pointed to Judith. âShe did, sir.â
Glennâs cold gray eyes rested on Judith. âWhatâs your name?â
âJudith Flynn,â she said.
âAddress?â He turned to his partner, who was clicking off pictures at a rapid rate. âGet out your notebook, Trash.â
âHold your water,â the man called Trash shot back. âIâm doing all the work. As usual.â Clicking off a few more pictures, he unfolded the camera strap and slung it over his left shoulder. âOkay, okay, letâs do it. What did you say your name was, lady?â
Judith had taken her wallet out of her purse. âHere,â she said, pointing to her driverâs license. âSee for
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