Look Both Ways

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Author: Carol J. Perry
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annoyance when he bumped my arm. “I said something like ‘Watch it,’ and he said, ‘Sorry,’ and ran away.”
    â€œDid you see where he went? Did he get into a car?”
    â€œI don’t know,” I said, opening my eyes. “But he ran that way.” I pointed west. “Maybe toward the parking lot over there.”
    â€œWhat did he look like?”
    â€œTall. A couple of inches taller than you,” I said. “Around forty, I’d guess. Thin. Dark blond hair. Receding hairline.”
    â€œWhat was he wearing?”
    â€œJeans,” I said, eyes closed once more. “Faded jeans and a short-sleeved tan shirt. No hat. Sneakers, I think.”
    â€œCarrying anything?”
    â€œNot that I could see.”
    â€œYou know anything about this Shea Tolliver?” he asked. “Family? Enemies or anything like that?”
    â€œPete,” I said. “I just met her this morning. We spoke for a few minutes. That’s all. Mostly about the bureau I bought.”
    â€œI understand,” he said. “But think about it. Did she say anything at all that might help us out?”
    â€œWait a minute. She said she had a partner who’d ripped off some money.”
    â€œAny name mentioned?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œAnything else?”
    â€œWell, the bureau’s already been delivered. Maybe the deliveryman saw something. The truck said Bob’s Moving and Delivery.”
    Pete scribbled in the notebook. “Good observation, Lee,” he said.
    I smiled at the compliment.
    A wheeled gurney rolled past, and the techs lifted their stretchered burden onto it. Shea was mercifully encased in a blue body bag. I bowed my head as the men maneuvered the gurney past my window, followed by the ME.
    â€œExcuse me, Lee,” Pete said, putting the notebook in his pocket. “I need to speak to the doc.” He climbed out of the car, leaving the door open, and spoke in low tones to the doctor, then turned to me. “Can you follow me down to the station in your car? We’ll finish up the official stuff, and then you can go along home.” He smiled. “Are we still on for dinner?”
    I was glad to see that familiar smile. “Of course we are. How do you feel about paper plates?”

CHAPTER 3
    I followed Pete’s car, driving extra carefully, gripping the wheel more tightly than necessary. After all, it isn’t every day that I get summoned to the police station to talk about a dead body. I was entitled to be a little nervous about it.
    Pete parked next to the Corvette and opened my door. “You might want to put the top up and lock it,” he said. “You never know who might be hanging around here.”
    â€œOkay,” I said. The laguna-blue Corvette Stingray had been my dream car for years. My late husband, Johnny Barrett, had been a rising star on the NASCAR circuit, and during our too-short time together, I’d learned to love fast cars. Now that I finally had one, I sure didn’t want anybody messing with it. I put the top up, locked the car, then followed Pete into the station. We headed for the glass cubicle that served as his office.
    â€œIf you don’t mind,” he said, offering me a seat opposite his scarred desk, “I’m asking a stenographer and a sketch artist to join us.”
    â€œFine with me,” I said. “I guess you’ll be looking for that guy who bumped into me.”
    â€œRight.” Pete stood as a pretty brunette stenographer, pushing a wheeled stenotype machine, entered the cubicle. A man carrying a laptop sat next to me. “If everybody’s ready, let’s get started.” Pete resumed his seat. “Lee, I’ve already asked you a few questions, but let’s go over it again. From the beginning.”
    I repeated everything I’d told him earlier—how I’d approached the shop and encountered the man who’d bumped into me, how

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