Chapters (84)
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Acknowledgments
Shirley busied herself with some papers on her desk. “I’m going over to see him soon.”
Sure you are. “There’s a Caddy parked out front with a vanity plate.”
“HCDJ?”
“Yep.”
“That’s Judge Mosley’s car.”
“What does HCDJ stand for?”
“Here comes da judge.” She said this as though Stone were an idiot for not having figured it out on his own.
“By the way, did you get everything you needed at Willie’s trailer?”
“Excuse me?”
Stone said, “I think you left a bottle of Tylenol at Willie’s trailer. I had it with me, but then I lost it.” He stared at her pointedly and then rubbed the back of his head. Why be subtle at this point?
Shirley looked like Stone was pointing a gun at her. “I didn’t leave anything behind.”
“You sure?”
“Sure I’m sure. And I use Advil. Have ever since they had that pill scare with Tylenol.”
“Willie thought there were pills left in the bottle, but when I found it, it was empty. And now it’s gone. Maybe someone wanted it.”
“Wanted an empty bottle? What for?”
“Well, there might have been some residue in there.”
“Residue of what?”
Stone could tell she was lying. It was in every twitch of her face and shake of her voice. It had been her. She’d tried to kill her own son.
Now, who threw me into the snake pit, because it wasn’t Miss Court Clerk with her stilettos and Pall Malls.
“You can’t believe anything Willie says. Boy’s always high.”
“He was high on a stimulant, not a depressant. But the hospital said he had oxycodone in his system. That’s a depressant.”
“Willie doesn’t know half the crap he’s on. Probably forgot he took it.”
“Or somebody wanted it to look that way.”
She looked at him sharply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that somebody might have wanted to make it look like he’d OD’d accidentally.”
She scoffed, “Why would anybody waste time trying to kill Willie? I mean, what’d be the point. It’s not like he’s got any money.”
“That’s not the only reason to kill somebody.”
“What then?” She said this almost fearfully.
“Willie told me he’d asked Debby Randolph to marry him. Did you know about that?”
Shirley flushed at this information. She fumbled in her purse and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. “No, I guess Willie didn’t see fit to tell me that, his own mother.”
“I take it you knew Debby?”
“Everybody in Divine knows everybody else,” she said resignedly as she lit up.
“Would anybody in town have a problem with that happening?”