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always wants to give me hard time,” I said out loud.
    “She looks older
than you,” Mac said.
    “She is,” I said.
“She’s about thirty-eight.”
    “It’s hard to
respect the authority of someone younger than you,” Mac said. “I’m sure she’s
not happy having to work under someone that’s a decade her junior and probably
not have as much field experience as her.”
    “Maybe so.” I
looked at Mac. “Bugs also said she thought she have a bigger role in all of
this. I don’t know. But not wanting to work under me and going against the
rules set by the government are two different things. She could at least follow
their rules.”
    “The laws set
forth by the government didn’t seem to bother you any when you were running
around here loose with federal officers chasing you,” Miss Vivee said.
    “I’m trying to
mend my ways,” I assured her.
    “Don’t know how
good a job you’re doing with that,” Miss Vivee said and raised her eyebrows.
“Because now you’re the prime suspect in a homicide investigation.”

 
    Chapter
Fourteen
     
    “What time is it?”
Miss Vivee asked.
    “You have watch
on,” I said. She looked down at it and said, “Are you going out there and talk
to that girl? She’s breaking your rules and the government’s.”
    “Why are you
worried about it?” I asked. I was still standing at the window watching Riley.
    “I’m here to help,
dear,” Miss Vivee said and smiled. A fake one if I ever saw one. “And I have a
murder to solve. With those two blatantly breaking laws I was thinking that
maybe those two could be the killer,” Miss Vivee said. “I’d like to hear what
they have to say.”
    “Don’t think he
could be a suspect,” I said and glanced back out of the window. “This is the
first time I’ve seen him. What reason would he have to kill someone around here?”
    “Only one way to
find out,” she said. “And that’s to ask him.”
    “Miss Vivee,” I
said. I had to keep my eyes from rolling upward. “We are not asking that man
did he kill anyone.”
    She looked down at
her watch.
    “Fine,” she said.
“But if you have questions for him, you’d better get a move on.”
    I eyed her. She
just seemed like she was up to something. “Okay. I’m going to talk to her. You
two stay here.”
    “We’re not staying
here. Even if those two aren’t suspects and you don’t need our protection, we
want to know what’s going on. Don’t try and keep all the fun from us, Missy. “
    Like the two of
them could protect me from anything.
    “C’mon then,” I
said and held the door open for them. I didn’t want to have to talk to Riley
alone anyway.
    “Riley,” I said as
I walked up to her. “No visitors on the site. You know that. Not without prior
approval.” I jumped right in on my spiel. I probably could have been more
diplomatic.
    “This is my land,”
her visitor said. “I don’t need permission to come here.”
    “I’m Logan
Dickerson,” I said and stuck out my hand. Trying to play nice before I told him
he had to leave. He didn’t take my hand. He looked down at it and then followed
it up to my face. He held his gaze.
    I guess this won’t
be easy.
    “This is Diwali
Wilson,” Riley offered. “He is a Creek Indian. And a former student of mine.”
    “You teach?” Miss
Vivee asked.
    “I did,” Riley
answered. “Over at University of North Georgia.” She smiled at me. “I invited
him.” And then looked at Miss Vivee “Is there a problem? Are we on different
standards?” she asked.
    “I was Dr.
Dickerson’s student,” Miss Vivee said and met eyes with Riley.
    “Oh really.” Riley
eyes lit up with amusement.
    “Really,” Miss
Vivee said. “When she taught at a university up in Ohio. We’re both from
there,” Miss Vivee pointed to Mac. “She’s a very good teacher, you know.”
    “Riley,” I said
trying to curb Miss Vivee’s lies before they got too big to be believable. “You
know that visitors are not allowed down