Rendezvous II
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 35
Hairy
“What the Hell?“ I exclaimed.
Edgar gave me the look, “If your wife has gotten MY wife in trouble...”
“What makes you think ... hey ... she’s not my wife,” I said.
“She’s not?”
“Heck no.”
“Well?”
“I picked her hitch-hiking in Montana...” I started. By the time I’d finished, we’d made it through the road-block at the head of the drive and talked to the guys from the ambulance, the deputy at the gate, the Crime Scene Investigator ... that’s a lie.
What we got from the investigator was, “Hey, don’t walk through my crime scene.”
We detoured through the garage. There’s a door to the yard by the outhouse.
“Hold on,” Edgar said, “I need to pee.”
“Go ahead ... it’s two holed ... no waiting.” One of my better lame jokes.
The deputy at the gate didn’t know about ... or hadn’t noticed ... the door from the garage into the yard.
“You guys want a beer?”
The deputy said No, the investigator said after he finished. The ambulance driver turned me down and so did his buddy. I doubted the calves wanted one. They were working on the grass by the old 1964 Chevy Chevelle 300 two door poster ... ugly car ... grass needed mowing.
“Hey!” Edgar said, “You coming?”
He was already at the backdoor ... the cop there didn’t want a beer either.
“Where you been?” Karen said.
I held up a paper sack.
“Who are the dead guys in the drive?” I asked.
So ... It took everybody to clue me in.
I didn’t know about the rifle building class. She hadn’t asked and I didn’t care.
I didn’t know about the night of the storm. I mean ... I knew about the storm ... and the looters. That made National News.
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