Don't Know Jack by Diane Capri Read Free Book Online

word.”
    “Anybody at the scene?” Gaspar asked.
    “At the time of the shooting?  I don’t know. But now, yes. The 911 service here is routed through Atlanta. The operator called Georgia Highway Patrol first. Maybe not sure who had jurisdiction out at Harry’s. Could have been the County Sherriff. Both of us are at least twenty miles away. GHP had a car fairly close. They called us.”
    Roscoe’s voice had a slight edge to it, Kim thought.
    Gaspar asked, “Something wrong with calling the GHP?”
    “Not by itself, no.”
    “What, then?” Kim asked.
    Roscoe turned around in her seat. She met Kim’s gaze with a steady stare. She said, “GHP is a professional organization. They’ve got good officers and good training. Just like the FBI, I’m sure.”
    “But?”
    “But their jurisdiction is mostly crime on the highway system. You should know that's different from murder of a small town cop. And they ride one man per car, so they have to call in for backup. And they use radio to communicate. And people listen in and show up. Which causes problems. Things can get out of hand in terms of crowd control.”
    Kim nodded. She'd handled more than her share of homicides, gang violence, domestic assaults. Law enforcement was a dangerous job everywhere, especially for women. The last thing Roscoe needed was chaos at the crime scene.
    Gaspar asked, “How soon would you have heard if the 911 dispatcher had called you first?”
    “Within a couple of minutes, probably.”
    “Literally?”
    “More or less,” Roscoe said. “Two minutes would have done it.”
    “Eleven twenty-eight plus two is eleven-thirty exactly,” Gaspar said, and he met his partner's reflected gaze again. Kim nodded back.
    Gaspar saw it too.
     
    #
     
    The Black Road intersection was about two miles shy of the interstate. Roscoe told Gaspar to turn left, southwest, onto the dirt road. About fifty feet in the road became a mess of washboard grading, dust, and previous washouts. Gaspar slowed the Blazer to forty, which still bounced them around more than Kim found comfortable. She asked, “What did the GHP officer find when he arrived at the crime scene?”
    Roscoe said, “Sylvia came out onto the porch with her hands on her head before the GHP guy got out of his car. She didn’t say anything to him.”
    “Textbook,” Gaspar said. “For a perp, I mean.”
    “She worked with us a while and her husband was a cop. She knew what to do.”  Roscoe peered ahead down the narrow alley between the Georgia pines. Kim could see nothing worth the stare.
    Gaspar asked, “And then?”
    “The GHP guy put her in handcuffs, confirmed Harry was dead, called for backup, medical examiner, crime scene, and paramedics.”
    “And then he called Officer Brent,” Gaspar said.
    “All using the radio,” Kim said.
    “Right.”
    “Anybody question Mrs. Black since GHP arrived?” Kim asked.
    “She’s not talking. We’ll arrest her, take her back to our station. And go from there. Once we see what’s going on.”
     Gaspar concentrated on navigating the deserted country road around its multiple hazards. All three of them were bounced around in their seats. Gaspar said, “I remember Margrave as a pretty well maintained place for a rural community. Lots of newer buildings and fresh paint when I was here last.”
    “Things change,” Roscoe said, a little coldly.
    “Just asking. Nothing personal.”
    Roscoe didn’t smile. She just stared on down the dusty road. Looking for what, Kim didn’t know. There was nothing to see. Piney woods either side of the road hid everything beyond its ditches.
    Kim asked, “What did Sylvia mean by not being able to take him anymore?  Is she claiming abuse and self-defense?”
    Roscoe said, “Hard to say before I talk to her. Crazy talk, possibly.”
    Gaspar glanced back again and met Kim’s gaze with a look that confirmed Kim’s impression. Harry was abusive. Kim had no use for a wife-beater. None. Even less use for friends