Fat hen farm 01- Killer tracks Read Free

and he wasn’t helping me. Jimmie came into David’s office and gave me a free loaner.”
    “I told you I would take care of it. You always ruin everything Kitty.” Roger glared at her, got up and walked out.
    Kitty looked around. Everyone was pretending they hadn’t heard the argument. Her friend Gloria came over and sat down next to Kitty.
    Gloria put her hand on Kitty’s arm and quietly said, “Don’t let him treat you like that Kitty. He’s always blaming other people for his problems.
    Hey, here’s your food. You may as wel eat something. I’l keep you company. If there’s extra, I’l take it home to Watson. He loves this diner food.”
    “You’re a life saver Gloria. I don’t think I can eat much, I’m too upset. I’m happy to send it home to your beautiful black lab. Keep an eye open for a dog like that for me. Martha gave me a stray kitten and it would be great to have a dog at the farm too. I’d love to adopt one from your shelter.
    Here, take al this. I’m heading home to see if I can straighten this out with Roger.”
    “Kitty, you don’t have to put up with that, you know.”
    “I know, Gloria.”
    Kitty found her keys for the loaner and headed home. It wasn’t far. The farm was just on the north edge of town. There was a light dusting of snow on the driveway. She fol owed the tracks from Roger’s car to the house. His car was parked out front. The headlights were on. The driver door was open. She saw footprints going to the barn.
    This didn’t make any sense.
    Kitty pul ed her car next to Roger’s, got out and cal ed his name. “Roger? Roger? Are you in the barn?” Silence. The silence that accompanies snow gently fal ing, muffling al other sounds. Spine tingling silence when something doesn’t feel right.
    Kitty walked toward her beautiful new barn, stepping in the footprints so snow didn’t get in her shoes. Her heart raced faster and faster the closer she got to the open barn door.
    Peering into the blackness of the barn, she couldn’t see anything. Her eyes needed time to adjust to the darkness inside. A shape was on the floor. “Roger?”
    She ran to the body. Roger was face down on the new floor. Dead. She didn’t need to touch him to know. Her scream was carried away by the wind and the deathly silence returned. In shock, she backed out of the barn, closing the door quietly and retracing her steps. Like a sleepwalker, she got in her car trying to think. Time seemed to be frozen like the air outside. This was her home now. Leaving the car, she went into the house.
    This cold, scary nightmare surrounded her like a fog.

Chapter 2
    Kitty pul ed herself together as best she could and got out her phone. “Tina, come here . . . quick . . . there’s been an accident . . . or something.”
    “What are you talking about? Are you okay?”
    “Yes. It’s Roger.”
    “Is he okay?”
    “I don’t think so, come fast,” Kitty pleaded.
    “Did you cal an ambulance?”
    “No. Should I? I don’t know what to do. I think he’s dead. I’l cal the police chief. Tina, please hurry.”
    “I’m on my way. Where are you now?”
    “In my house.”
    Kitty could barely punch in 9-1-1 with her trembling fingers. “I need to talk to Herb . . . the police chief.”
    “Who’s cal ing please?”
    “Kitty Wilson. There’s been an accident. I don’t know what to do.”
    “Are you alright Ms. Wilson?”
    “Yes. It’s my husband, Roger Wilson. I think he’s dead.”
    “I’l send the chief right over, and an ambulance.”
    Sirens broke the quiet. Kitty could see headlights coming up her driveway. She stood looking out the window, her feet glued to the floor. Two police cars pul ed up with the ambulance right behind. Tina’s car was the last in the line.
    Tina flew out of her car but the police chief stood in her path, holding her back.
    “Why are you here? You can’t go to the barn,” Herb was tel ing Tina when Kitty opened the door and stood, listening to the noises.
    “Kitty