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cal ed me. It’s my brother in there. Let me go in the house. I need to see if Kitty’s alright.”
    “Okay. You can stay in the house with her.”
    Tina found Kitty staring out the doorway but not actual y seeing anything. Wrapping her arms around Kitty she could feel her trembling. “Kitty, tel me what happened.”
    Kitty slowly turned her head to look at Tina. “I don’t know. Roger and I met at the diner for dinner. David came in and yel ed at me, that it was my fault he got fired. Roger got mad and left. I talked to Gloria for a little while, then drove here. Roger’s car was out front with footprints going to the barn. I fol owed them and I found him in the barn. This is like a dream. Tina, am I dreaming?”
    “No, Kitty, this is al real. I’l stay in here with you until Herb comes in. He’l probably want to get a statement from you. Come on into the kitchen and sit down. I’l make you some tea.”
    The front door opened. David stormed into the kitchen, glaring at Kitty and Tina. “What did you do now Kitty? How can you sit here with this murderer Tina? She kil ed our brother.”
    “Calm down. How did you hear about this so fast David? Murder? What are you talking about? You don’t know that. We don’t even know if he was murdered or maybe he had a heart attack or something like that. Kitty is upset enough. You need to leave.”
    “I can’t wait to see you in jail!” David shouted and slammed the door behind him as he stormed out.
    The police chief came in looking for Kitty. “You need to come to the station with us for questioning.” Careful y putting her teacup down, she fol owed Herb and Louise Carlson, the deputy officer, out to the police car.

    ***
    It was a short drive to the station. Kitty was numb in the back seat. Her brain frozen with the image of David lying on the floor of her new barn.
    Nothing made any sense.
    “Okay Kitty, let’s get this over with.” The police chief guided her into a smal hot room that smel ed of stale body odor.
    Kitty sat at a table with a light hanging over her head. Nervous sweat was dripping down her side. Herb sat across from her with a tape recorder, pen and pad. Louise stood by the door.
    Putting a glass of water on the metal table in front of Kitty, the police chief told her, “Ms. Wilson, I wil be recording our conversation. Please tel us what you did this afternoon.”
    Kitty noticed the switch to a more formal conversation and thought that Herb was trying to put some space between their long acquaintance. “I went to see David Wilson at Jimmie’s Auto about the car I bought from him. We argued. Jimmie came in and took care of everything. He gave me a loaner until my truck gets fixed.” Kitty took a sip of water. “I went to the diner to meet Roger for dinner. David came in and yel ed at me, said it was my fault that he got fired. Roger got mad at me and left. I stayed a little longer talking to Gloria, then drove home.” The police chief leaned closer to Kitty. “What did you do when you got home?” Kitty glanced down at her hands. “I saw Roger’s car at the house with the headlights on, the driver side door open and footprints going to the barn. I cal ed his name a couple of times but there was no answer. I went to the barn. I didn’t see anything at first because it was so dark inside.” Kitty’s voice broke, she could barely talk.
    “And then?” The police chief quietly urged Kitty on with her story.
    Kitty looked up at him with tears about to spil over the rim of her eyes. “Then . . . I saw Roger’s body. I’m not real y sure what I did after that. It’s al a blur. I guess I cal ed 9-1-1. I think I cal ed Tina too.”
    “Why did you cal Tina? Is that Tina Wilson?”
    Kitty pul ed herself together and continued. “Yes. Tina Wilson. She’s my best friend and Roger’s sister. She’s always who I cal when I have a problem.”
    Herb placed a gun that was inside a plastic bag, on the table. “Have you ever seen this gun before,