Silent Witness. Diane Burke

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it wasn’t, was it?

      Adam Morgan was back in town.

      Her stomach clenched.

      This was crazy.

      They broke up over fifteen years ago. She’d put it behind her and moved on, or at least that’s what she kept telling herself.

      The radio transmitter on Liz’s shoulder crackled and the dispatcher’s voice called out her personal identification code. “Bravo 24.”

      Liz rose and headed toward her patrol car. Putting her personal issues aside and, in full sheriff mode, she hit the transmit key on her shoulder.

      “Bravo 24. Go ahead.”

      “Code 187. Location 145 Creek Trail.”

      She stopped abruptly. Her heart skipped a beat. Double homicides? Here? Nothing ever happened here. Nothing bad, that is.

      Sure, they had some problems with drugs. All towns did. Their first drug-related homicide had happened just last week. A small-time dealer was murdered and his body left in an alley behind Smitty’s bar. But, overall, Country Corners was a quiet, off-the-beaten-path kind of town.

      Liz hit her transmit key. “Dispatch, give Darlene a call. I know it’s her day off but I want all hands on deck. Send the rest of the team to the site. And don’t forget to notify Matt.”

      “Team already dispatched, Sheriff, as well as the coroner. Sal handled it. He called Darlene in, too.”

      “Good. En route in five.”

      Code 187. Location 145 Creek Trail.

      Liz knew this address. She knew these people. Kate Henderson sang in her church choir. Her husband, Dave, had done work for her at the station. Sliding behind the wheel of her patrol car, she washed a hand over her face and offered up a silent prayer.

      Dear Lord, please be with me this day. Guide me. Strengthen me. Give me the wisdom and courage to face what lies ahead.

      She was ready—or as ready as she ever would be. With a sigh and a heavy heart, she turned the key, felt the powerful engine surge to life and pulled away from the curb.

      Liz passed the post office, Ms. Willowby’s general store, the pharmacy and Clancy’s hardware store as she drove through the center of town. People bustled up and down the street—business as usual.

      How could this be happening here?

      Almost everybody knew everybody. The town was like one big family—dysfunctional at times, sure—but still a family.

      Liz chewed on her bottom lip. That’s what was bothering her the most. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea that one of their own might have been responsible for three murders.

      She looked at her whitened knuckles and loosened her death grip on the steering wheel. As she reached the outskirts of town and drove into more rural territory, she tried to remember the conversation she’d had with Kate after church on Sunday. Kate had seemed preoccupied and Liz had asked if everything was all right. Kate said they had a big decision to make and asked Liz to say a prayer that they would make the right one. Now Kate’s address was a murder scene.

      The patrol car bucked and bumped as Liz turned off the highway and onto the dirt road leading to the Henderson house. She hugged the right side of the narrow road to let the coroner’s van pass on its way back to town and breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn’t be human if she didn’t admit she was grateful she was arriving here after the bodies had been removed.

      Liz made a sharp right and drove down the graduated bend of the graveled circular driveway. It was hard not to catch your breath when the two-story house came into view. The white-clapboard pillared colonial rested at the top of the curve like a sentinel keeping watch on comings and goings. The black shutters and the deep burgundy front door provided a sharp contrast to the stark white. The house and property spoke money. Not rich, upper-crust money. Liz could count on one hand how many people in Country Corners filled that bill. But comfortable money, the kind that said, We’re living the American dream.

      Look where that dream had gotten them.

      She caught a glimpse of parked cars and bustling activity as she pulled her car to a stop.

      “Sheriff.”

      Paul Baxter, her youngest deputy, called to her as she stepped from her vehicle. His slim build and fair complexion reminded her of her brother, Luke. Maybe that’s why she carried a soft spot for him. His eyes darted back and forth between Liz and the house. His facial expression told her he’d rather be anywhere, even cleaning out sewers barefoot, than here. But she gave him credit. He was doing his best to remain calm and professional.

      “Baxter.” She strode past him, walking toward the house, and he fell in step behind.

      “Matt carted the bodies to the morgue less than five minutes ago, ma’am.”

      “I know. I passed him on the road.”

      Paul caught up and matched his stride with hers. “We’ve cordoned off the crime scene.”

      More nervous, useless words since Liz could already see the yellow tape roping off the entire front porch. Pausing a second to take a good look at her deputy, she noted the pallor of his skin, the slight trembling of his fingers against his belt.

      “Are you okay, Paul?”

      When he looked at her, she was taken aback for a moment by the wetness glistening in his eyes.

      “I’ve never seen anything like it, ma’am.” He drew in a deep breath. “Who could do something like this?”

      She placed a comforting hand on the young man’s shoulder. “That’s what we’re going to find out, Paul. Now, why don’t you head back to the office? The others can walk me through the crime scene. You start writing up your report and we’ll talk later.”

      The deputy grabbed at that lifeline, turned and almost sprinted to his car. His reaction made Liz steel herself for what she was about to see.

      “Hello, Tom.” Liz ducked under the crime scene tape and greeted her most veteran officer, Tom Miller, near the front door. She looked at the ugly bruise on his cheek. “What happened to you?”

      “Danny Trent had a few too many at Smitty’s bar last night and took a swing at Ralph. I tried to stop it and my face got in the way.”

      Liz sighed. Danny Trent was becoming a regular customer at the jail these days. She’d had a couple of altercations with him herself. Even had to ticket him just last week for DUI. “Did you run him in?” Liz asked.

      “Nah. Just booted his butt out the door. Told him to go home and sleep it off.”

      One look at the older man’s bruised knuckles told Liz just how Tom had booted Danny out the door. She almost felt sorry for Danny…almost.

      The older man tilted his head. “Where’s Paul going?”

      “He looked a little green around the edges. I sent him back to the office.”

      “You

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