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He rubbed the back of his neck. "To hear the governor

yesterday, Angus Minton is a cross between the tooth fairy

and Buffalo Bill Cody."

Alex smiled at the analogy, which was uncannily accurate.

"That's a fair assessment, but that doesn't mean he's incapable

of killing someone."

"What happened to his barn the other night?"

"How'd you know about that?"

"Just tell me what happened."

Reluctantly, she told him about Fergus Plummet and the

vandalism done to the Minton ranch. When she was finished,

Greg ran a hand down his face. "You've upset a real big apple cart, full of shiny, bright apples." He selected another

cigarette and spoke around it. It bobbed up and down with

each word, making lighting it difficult. "I didn't like this

case to start with."

"You loved it." Alex's nerves were already frayed, so it

annoyed her even more that he was shifting all the blame to

her. "You thought it might embarrass the governor, and you

relished that thought."

He braced his arms on his desk and leaned over it. "You



said you were going out there to reopen your mother's murder

case. I didn't know you were going to get a loony preacher

whipped into a frenzy, a man's barn nearly burned down, a

valuable racehorse shot in the head, and offend a respected

judge, who has a reputation as spotless as God's."

"Wallace?"

"Wallace. Apparently, he called our esteemed governor

and complained about your unprofessional conduct, your handling

of the case, and your unfounded accusations." He

sucked smoke into his lungs and blew it out in a gust. "Shall I go on?"

"Please," she said wearily, knowing he would anyway.

"Okay. Chastain's scared shitless of Wallace."

"Chastain's scared shitless of his own shadow. He won't

even return my calls."

"He's disclaimed you, washed his hands cleaner of you

than Ivory soap could have done. He says you've been seen

partying with your suspects."

" 'Partying'? I've seen them on a few social occasions.'

"Dangerous business, Alex. We've got three gentlemen

suspects and one lady prosecutor whose association with each

goes way back. It's all as murky as file" gumbo."

She tried not to squirm under his incisive stare. "New

tack." Standing, she circled her chair. "This is an unsolved

murder case. The investigation is viable, no matter who conducts

it."

"Okay," he said complacently, folding his hands behind

his head and leaning his chair back, "I'll play. What have

you got? No body to dig up. No murder weapon. No--"

"It was lifted out of the vet's bag."

"What?"

"The murder weapon." She told him what Dr. Ely Collins

had told her. "The scalpel was never returned to the elder

Dr. Collins. I've been meaning to check the evidence room

on the outside chance that it's still there, but I doubt that it

is."

"So do I. The bottom line is that you've still got no

weapon. Has an eyewitness come forward?"



She sighed. "During this telephone call, did the governor

Mention a ranch hand named Pasty Hickam?"

' "So, it's true."

"It's true. And please don't insult me by trying to trap me

like that again. I was going to tell you."

"When? When were you going to slip it into the conversation

that a representative of this office got involved with a

cowboy who turned up dead?"

"Care to hear my side of it?" She told him about Pasty.

He was frowning more man ever when she finished. "If

you're right, not only is it stupid and politically imprudent

to continue this investigation, it's dangerous. I don't suppose

anyone's confessed."

She made a face at him. "No. But one of them killed

Celina, and probably Hickam."

Cursing, he mashed out his cigarette. "Let's stick to one

murder at a time. If you had to arrest one of them tomorrow

for killing your mother, who would it be?"

"I'm not sure."

"Why would the old man have iced her?"

"Angus is cantankerous and shrewd. He wields a lot of

power, and definitely enjoys being the boss."

"You're smiling."

"He's extremely likable, I'll admit." She kept Angus's

comment about having a daughter like her to herself. "He's

inordinately rough on Junior. But, a slasher?" she asked

rhetorically, shaking her head. "I don't think so. It's not his

style. Besides, Angus didn't have a motive."

"What about Junior?"

"There's a possibility there. He's glib and very charming.

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