about three feet away from it when he was popped.”
“By her?”
“Unlikely.”
“Why?”
“If she killed him, why would her car still be there?”
Joe didn’t have a clue. “I’m missing pieces. Fill me in.”
“A guy in the bar was schmoozing Ms. Bennett. She asked him nicely to get lost and, when he didn’t, she told him to go to hell, grabbed her purse, stalked out, and hasn’t been seen or heard from since.”
“Jesus. Please tell me that I’m not hearing this.”
“Sorry, but you are,” Hick said. “She’s unaccounted for.”
“I thought we had local guys surveilling her since Tuesday.”
“Guy. One. Well, two sheriff’s deputies who’ve been rotating shifts. The night shift officer logged her leaving her house at nine thirty-two. In no apparent hurry, she led him through town. But once out in the boonies, she hit the gas pedal and managed to shake him.”
“And goes to a beer joint?”
“Where she was last seen. Nobody at her house or place of business. Both locked up tight. Nothing disturbed in either. Security alarms still set. Sheriff’s office fears foul play—”
“No shit.”
“—and already have a BOLO out for her and the guy.”
“The schmoozer followed her from the bar?”
“Not that guy, the other guy.”
“What other guy?”
“Mickey’s friend.”
“Mickey had a friend?”
“Inconceivable, I know. But the two came in together, had a couple of drinks, looked simpatico. No cross words, no bad vibes. Nothing like that. They didn’t engage anyone else in conversation and left together. But if the guy shot Mickey’s face off, I guess they weren’t that close of friends.” Hick paused and took a breath. “That’s where we are, and that’s why I interrupted your supper. Tell Marsha I’m sorry.”
“Has the scene been secured?”
The agent snuffled. “The homicide detective who notified me works out of the Tobias branch of the parish’s sheriff’s office. He sounds sharp enough. He arrived shortly after the first responders, but even at that, was too late. Told me that as soon as the body was discovered, the tavern’s clientele scattered like roaches when the lights flipped on. Said that probably a dozen or more had warrants out for them. Parole violators. Bail jumpers. Nickel-bag dope dealers. It’s that kind of place. He and other deputies have corralled a few lingerers. Not many. And those few are reluctant to talk to the authorities.”
“Goes against their grain.”
“There’s that, but also they’re grumbling about being detained on account of Josh Bennett. I was told that when one spoke his name, he spat on the floor.”
“I don’t suppose that either he or Billy Panella has been sighted.”
“Except by proxy.”
“Bennett’s sister Jordie.”
“And Mickey Bolden. We know that he was Panella’s go-to person for wet work.”
“Known but never proved,” Joe said.
Imagining uncooperative witnesses and a crime scene contaminated to the point of uselessness, Joe sighed and ran his hand over his thinning hair. “Ask that SO detective to detain the witnesses till we can have a crack at them. I don’t care how loud they bellyache. Get the chopper gassed up. I’ll meet you at the heliport.”
“What time?”
“I’m leaving now. Dispatch our own crime scene crew.”
“Did that before I called you. They’ll probably beat us there.”
“Good. See you in a few.”
Joe clicked off and reentered the kitchen. Her lips set in resignation, Marsha was assembling a ham and cheese sandwich. He slid on his shoulder holster and lifted his jacket off the hook by the back door. “It’s the Panella-Bennett case, or I’d stay long enough to eat. Roast sure smells good. Is that rosemary?”
Ungently, she slapped the Saran-wrapped sandwich into his hand. “I hate you flying around in the dark in that damn helicopter.”
“I know, but—”
“How old is it anyway?”
“Old, but reliable.” He kissed her mouth, but got only