Deadly Dozen: 12 Mysteries/Thrillers by J. F. Penn, Cheryl Bradshaw, Diane Capri, J. Carson Black, Aaron Patterson, Vincent Zandri, M A Comley, Carol Davis Luce, Joshua Graham, Michele Scott, Allan Leverone, Linda S Prather Read Free Book Online Page A

dash, and a county ambulance. A coat of red dust already covered them all.
    Kim asked, “Anything special you want us to do?”
    Roscoe paused a moment and said, “Do whatever you think you should, I guess. I’ll catch up with you inside. Check in before you leave and we’ll see where we are.”
    Then she said, “We’ll talk more about Reacher later. After I get this situation sorted out. OK?”
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    Kim watched as Roscoe followed a line of cracked sandstone slate pavers by taking a little hop from one to the next and over the dirt between them, like she was crossing stones in a running stream. Withered plants filled cracked red-dirt beds along each side of the pavers. Uncut yard weeds thrived, impersonating a lawn. Thirty feet ahead a frame shotgun style house rested on a cement block foundation. Its metal roof reflected the glare of the sun. Between the roof and the foundation were four windows cut into the walls, all grimy. A porch ran the twenty-foot width of the house. On one end, a gray weathered bench swing hung crooked on a rusty chain, and on the other end sat two white plastic dollar-store rockers with an overflowing ash tray between them.
    Roscoe stepped over the last weed gap, up the single plank step to the porch, and entered the house through the open front door.
    Kim stayed where she was.
    Gaspar, too, seemed momentarily transfixed.
    “What a hole,” he said. “My wife would never have moved out here in a million years. What kind of woman lives like this?”
    “The killing kind, apparently,” Kim said. She reached into her bag and found her camera. Then she opened her door and stepped onto the hard red ground.
    The first thing she noticed was the quiet noonday, bizarrely still. She was a city girl. Noise was normal; quiet was not.
    Out in the woods, no one can hear you scream.
    “Did you know?” she asked.
    “Know what?” Gaspar said.
    “Why he gave us the eleven thirty deadline. Why he put us in that room at that time.”
    “You don’t trust me, do you?”
    “He wanted us to be there when the call came in. He wanted us out here at the crime scene. That how you read it?”
    “Yes,” Gaspar said.
    “What about Reacher?”
    “Reacher’s irrelevant.”
    “To what? This homicide? Or is the whole assignment bogus?”
    He shrugged. “You’re number one. You figure it out.”
    She could feel sweat above her lip. She couldn’t figure it out. She hated that. She said, “Take pictures, OK? And don’t be obvious about it.”
    If Gaspar resented her orders, he didn’t show it. He just turned back to the Traverse and got his own camera. She watched him from behind her sunglasses.
    Was he limping? FBI field agents didn’t limp. Physical fitness was one of the basic requirements of the job. Definitely no limping allowed. She reached up and dabbed the sweat from her lip, and then she headed for the house, matching Gaspar’s longer stride step for step. As they walked his limp became less pronounced. Maybe it was just a cramp.
    Maybe she could rely on him.
    Only one choice.

 

CHAPTER TEN
    Inside the house the tiny hallway was full of people and full of familiar muted crime scene sounds. Then one guy moved right and another moved left and Kim got a clear line of sight into a messy bedroom. Time stood still, like a single freeze frame in a video.
    Harry Black’s body was face down on bloody sheets, right where his faithful bride had shot him seven times less than two hours ago.
    Not a chance.
    Complete bullshit.
    Kim smelled him even over the skunk perfume. She saw the rigor and the lividity from all the way across the room. Every professional in the house had to know Harry Black had been dead a lot longer than two hours. The GHP trooper must have known when he called in the homicide.
    People shifted again, blocking her view. The freeze frame ended. The video moved on. Gaspar looked at her and nodded. He had seen it too. The interior of the building matched its exterior for bleakness. There were