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  1. Goodbye to the Dead
  2. Also By Brian Freeman
  3. Title
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
  7. CONTENTS
  8. PROLOGUE
  9. THEN
  10. 1
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  12. 3
  13. 4
  14. 5
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  45. NOW
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  72. FROM THE AUTHOR
  73. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

‘Jay made something of himself,’ Stride said. ‘That wasn’t easy.’

‘Oh, sure, Jay was going places. He had the looks, the brains, the mojo.’

‘What about Dr. Snow?’ Stride asked.

‘What about her?’

‘I gather you don’t like her.’

‘Oh, hell, no. Rich Southern bitch, that’s who she is. I warned him off her when they started dating, but he didn’t care. I met her exactly once. Treated me like a turd she was stepping round on the sidewalk.’

‘So what did Jay see in her?’

‘You can’t figure it out? That face, that body? Jay said she was wild in the sack. And let’s face it, the money was a big thing. Jay liked money. Everybody knew his name because of the newspaper, but he didn’t have a dime to call his own until he met her.’

‘I heard their relationship was rocky,’ Stride said.

‘Oh, yeah, the two of them could fight.’

‘Jay signed a prenup, though, right? If he walked out, he got nothing.’

‘Jay wasn’t walking out,’ Clyde said. ‘No way. Fact is, for all the shit, he loved her. Or maybe he just loved shoving it in everyone’s face, white doc with her black stud. He didn’t want a divorce. No, sir. He was never going to give her up. If anything, she was a bronco he was determined to bust.’

‘What about Dr. Snow? Did she want out of the marriage?’

‘Yeah, she offered to buy him out with a fat settlement. He didn’t want it. I told him, take the money and run, but he was stubborn. Both of them were. Neither one wanted to lose to the other, you know? Guess she finally figured out there was only one way to get rid of him.’

Stride frowned. ‘You know we haven’t found the murder weapon.’

‘So? She’s smart. She dumped it somewhere good.’

‘Dr. Snow says there was no gun in the house.’

‘She’s lying.’

‘You know that for a fact?’ Stride asked.

‘Damn right. Jay had a gun. Big fat old revolver. Had it for years.’

‘She says she made him get rid of his gun when they got married.’

‘I don’t know what Jay told her,’ Clyde said, ‘but he didn’t get rid of it. No way. He always had his gun with him. He didn’t like going to certain places in the city without a little protection.’

‘Do you know what kind of gun it was?’

‘Like I said, a revolver. Beyond that, who knows? You may not believe this, but not all black folks know about guns.’

Stride smiled. ‘Okay.’