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The Marshal. Adrienne Giordano
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Автор произведения Adrienne Giordano
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
“Not as rough as Brent and Camille had it. And even my useless uncle.”
Jenna nodded. “Brent told me about that. He said his father has always been a suspect.”
“As far as I know.”
“What do you think?”
“I think he’s spineless and doesn’t have the stomach for murder. But I’ve lived in this town all my life and wouldn’t have believed it would happen here, so what do I know?”
That was about as direct of an answer as Jenna could ask for. “Do your parents hear from Brent’s father?”
“If they do, they don’t tell me.” She shrugged. “We don’t talk about him much.”
In an odd way, Jenna understood. Nothing would change the man abandoning his family, so what was the point of stewing? Stewing wasted time and already battered emotional reserves.
“Do you remember anything from that night?”
Jamie sighed. “Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday. I woke up when I heard the sirens. I came out of my room and my mom told me Brent and Camille were sleeping and I should be quiet. Then she sent me back to my room.” Jamie turned, pointed to one of the side windows on her parents’ house. “I watched from that window. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I got scared—really scared—when I saw the ambulance. It was...”
She stopped, put one hand over her mouth and the other over her eyes. Her shoulders hitched and instant guilt landed on Jenna. She touched Jamie’s arm. “I’m so sorry to put you through this.”
After a few seconds, Jamie dropped her hands and heaved a giant breath. “It’s not your fault. I know we have to do this.”
“Thank you.”
“Anyway, I saw Brent’s dad arrive, and he started yelling and going crazy. I knew it had to be Aunt Cheryl.”
The window Jamie had pointed to was midway between the front and rear of Brent’s house, so Jenna walked to it and surveyed the immediate area. Only a sliver of the back porch could be seen from that location. “Did you see anyone come out the back? Maybe walk through here?”
“No. I was asleep until I heard the sirens.”
Nothing here. And Jenna was losing precious time to restage the murder scene before Brent arrived. Based on witness statements found in the sheriff’s file, she’d prepared a timeline showing when each person came into play. Who knew if it would amount to anything, but that was part of the investigative allure. Sometimes the most obscure details broke open a case.
Jenna wanted to break open this case.
Without asking, as she’d often done, for her father’s advice. If it came down to it, she’d ask. Her ego wasn’t so giant that she wouldn’t seek help when needed, but for now she’d do this alone.
She walked back to Jamie. “Thank you for talking with me. Every little bit helps. I’m going to head inside and look around.”
“Sure. I only came by to drop the pies off for tonight. My parents are out. Will you be all right by yourself?”
Jenna waved her off. God knew she’d been in worse places than this. Three weeks ago she’d been traipsing the south side of Chicago at two in the morning looking for a drug dealer, but she hadn’t exactly been alone then. Like today, her .38 had accompanied her.
“I’ll be fine. Brent will be along soon.”
Jamie took a pen and scrap of paper from her purse. “Here’s my cell number. I only live five minutes away. Call if you need anything.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“Anything I can do, just let me know.”
Jenna stuck the paper in her jacket pocket and waited for Jamie to drive off before digging out the house key Brent had given her.
For a few minutes, she’d been afraid Jamie would stay and, at this stage, Jenna needed time alone at the scene. Family members would distract her. They’d stand around, disrupting the energy and asking questions when she needed quiet. If they didn’t ask questions, they’d be thinking them and she’d sense it.
Times like these, it was better for her to work solo.
Inside, she dumped her purse on the floor and, remembering her father’s constant warnings, locked the door behind her. Could never be too cautious. A spear of light through the closed drapes illuminated the darkened room. Jenna assumed someone must have closed the drapes after they’d left the other night. She flipped the light switch and the overhead fixture came on. Not great lighting, but it would do. And she had a flashlight if necessary.
She glanced around at the covered furniture. Need to see it. Yes. She’d pull off all the coverings to see what was under them, and then pull the cushions to search for bloodstains. Crime scene reports indicated blood had only been found on the floor, but Brent wanted fresh eyes and she would provide them.
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