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what’s on the table?”
“A beer?”
“Exactly.” I let a small smile come across my face.
“I don’t get it. What’s wrong with a beer sitting on the table?”
I pointed at the beer sitting on the coffee table. “That’s obviously Tim’s beer. It’s right in front of where he was sitting when he was stabbed. So whose beer is that?”
Jed frowned. “It could have been Tim’s beer from earlier. Or it could have been sitting around for a couple days. I mean come on, Leslie, it’s a goddamn beer bottle.”
I shook my head. “It’s more than that, Jed. Look around this place. Wouldn’t you say that Tim kept his house a lot cleaner than your typical biker?”
It was true. Everything was put away and well-tended. It wouldn’t win any awards for home decorating, but it wasn’t messy. The two beers were the only things that didn’t belong there permanently. Even the kitchen counter was cleared of any dishes or beer bottles.
“I suppose so.”
“So what the hell is another beer doing there?” I walked over to the side table to look at it closer. Condensation beaded along the side of the bottle. “This beer was cracked short enough time ago that it’s still cold enough for water to bead on the side. Tim’s killer stabbed him in the front because Tim not only knew the murderer, but invited them in and gave them a beer while they watched the game.”
I was impressed with how well the case pulled itself together once I got going. I hadn’t noticed the condensation from across the room, and it gave me a chill to realize that Tim’s murder had happened such a short period of time ago.
Jed walked over beside me to look at the bottle closer. “I don’t like what this means.” He looked up and to the right as he turned over the implications in his head.
I empathized. There was really only one possible explanation if my read on the situation was accurate. And there was only one person who I could think of who it might be.
“Jed… just how much do you trust Kat?”
ACCUSATION
Jed looked up at me sharply.
“What are you trying to say?”
I shrugged. “Just think about it. Kat came to town a few days ago. That afternoon we find Patrick’s body in a ditch. Sure the accident happened a day or two before that, but who are we to say she wasn’t buzzing around looking for an opening before that. After all, we just happened to come across her on the road, didn’t we?”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Jed stepped back from me. “You seriously think that Kat is the killer?”
“Please, Jed, hear me out. It makes a certain amount of sense, doesn’t it? She’s been gone for how long, and then everything three weeks ago goes down as it does. All of a sudden she’s back, and at the same time as a bunch of accidents and murders that take out members of the motorcycle club.”
“She wouldn’t do that. There’s no way.” My words bounced off the world that Jed had built for himself. Kat was untouchable in that world view, but I couldn’t give up. I was confident that I was correct. It was the only solution that fit all the variables.
“Who else could it be, Jed?”
“I don’t know. Anyone else. But it couldn’t be Kat. I’d stake my life on it.”
“Haven’t you already?”
He stared at me. “What exactly are you saying?”
I pointed at the bandage that wrapped around his face. “She tried to blow up Nightshade, and you on it, Jed. You’re lucky that you’re alive. She’s playing you.”
“Fuck that. She wouldn’t do that. She almost died in that explosion too, Leslie. Don’t forget that.”
“Did she though? She looks mighty fine for someone who was only a foot further away than you were, according to her account. You don’t remember the actual blast. No one else actually saw it. We only have her word that she leaned right in to look at the bike and you saved her. She could have been thirty feet away for all we know.”
“I don’t want to hear this,”
“A beer?”
“Exactly.” I let a small smile come across my face.
“I don’t get it. What’s wrong with a beer sitting on the table?”
I pointed at the beer sitting on the coffee table. “That’s obviously Tim’s beer. It’s right in front of where he was sitting when he was stabbed. So whose beer is that?”
Jed frowned. “It could have been Tim’s beer from earlier. Or it could have been sitting around for a couple days. I mean come on, Leslie, it’s a goddamn beer bottle.”
I shook my head. “It’s more than that, Jed. Look around this place. Wouldn’t you say that Tim kept his house a lot cleaner than your typical biker?”
It was true. Everything was put away and well-tended. It wouldn’t win any awards for home decorating, but it wasn’t messy. The two beers were the only things that didn’t belong there permanently. Even the kitchen counter was cleared of any dishes or beer bottles.
“I suppose so.”
“So what the hell is another beer doing there?” I walked over to the side table to look at it closer. Condensation beaded along the side of the bottle. “This beer was cracked short enough time ago that it’s still cold enough for water to bead on the side. Tim’s killer stabbed him in the front because Tim not only knew the murderer, but invited them in and gave them a beer while they watched the game.”
I was impressed with how well the case pulled itself together once I got going. I hadn’t noticed the condensation from across the room, and it gave me a chill to realize that Tim’s murder had happened such a short period of time ago.
Jed walked over beside me to look at the bottle closer. “I don’t like what this means.” He looked up and to the right as he turned over the implications in his head.
I empathized. There was really only one possible explanation if my read on the situation was accurate. And there was only one person who I could think of who it might be.
“Jed… just how much do you trust Kat?”
ACCUSATION
Jed looked up at me sharply.
“What are you trying to say?”
I shrugged. “Just think about it. Kat came to town a few days ago. That afternoon we find Patrick’s body in a ditch. Sure the accident happened a day or two before that, but who are we to say she wasn’t buzzing around looking for an opening before that. After all, we just happened to come across her on the road, didn’t we?”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Jed stepped back from me. “You seriously think that Kat is the killer?”
“Please, Jed, hear me out. It makes a certain amount of sense, doesn’t it? She’s been gone for how long, and then everything three weeks ago goes down as it does. All of a sudden she’s back, and at the same time as a bunch of accidents and murders that take out members of the motorcycle club.”
“She wouldn’t do that. There’s no way.” My words bounced off the world that Jed had built for himself. Kat was untouchable in that world view, but I couldn’t give up. I was confident that I was correct. It was the only solution that fit all the variables.
“Who else could it be, Jed?”
“I don’t know. Anyone else. But it couldn’t be Kat. I’d stake my life on it.”
“Haven’t you already?”
He stared at me. “What exactly are you saying?”
I pointed at the bandage that wrapped around his face. “She tried to blow up Nightshade, and you on it, Jed. You’re lucky that you’re alive. She’s playing you.”
“Fuck that. She wouldn’t do that. She almost died in that explosion too, Leslie. Don’t forget that.”
“Did she though? She looks mighty fine for someone who was only a foot further away than you were, according to her account. You don’t remember the actual blast. No one else actually saw it. We only have her word that she leaned right in to look at the bike and you saved her. She could have been thirty feet away for all we know.”
“I don’t want to hear this,”
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