AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Mrs. Givens leaned forward toward Savich. “I knew it, I knew Walter couldn’t have done this willingly. Do you know what happened to Walter to make him do this?”
“I hope to find out,” Savich said, “and I hope you all can help me by answering some of my questions. I know you’re worried—I would be as well—but I will need all of you to stay calm. Do not agree to any interviews, don’t talk about this to anyone—that includes you, Lisa Ann. The tabloids and headline news sites would be happy to jump all over Walter’s story, and that wouldn’t help any of us. I would guess Walter’s attorney already counseled all of you not to speak to the media. Have you?”
“I told that pack of hounds what they could do with their microphones,” Givens Senior snapped out. “Those vultures were even waiting outside when Lisa Ann was let out of her high school today, weren’t they, sweetie?”
Lisa Ann was a very pretty girl with long, glossy brown hair that framed a heart-shaped face. She nodded. “It was horrible. This one overweight guy with a microphone in his hand yelled at me, and when I started running, he chased me, but not for long. He was bent over and heaving, he was so out of shape.” She paused, licked some pale lipstick off her lips. “But I actually wanted to talk to them, tell them Walter wouldn’t hurt anybody. He never even hit me once, even when I stole his shorts and hung them up in the girls’ locker room at school. All he did was turn red in the face and tromp outside to Daddy’s old Jeep and pop the hood.”
“I changed the plugs,” Walter said.
Mrs. Givens chuckled, shook her head. She had a glossy brown ponytail, the same color as her daughter’s. “I fix hair in my home, Agent Savich, and one of my clients’ daughters saw her do it. That’s how Walter found out.” She stopped cold, paled, then shook her head, as if disbelieving what she’d said.
Savich kept his voice calm, even. “I need you to tell me if any of you have harmed or angered or injured anyone in any way, anyone who might have a reason to strike out at you or your family.” He saw they were confused, knew they believed Walter had suffered some sort of fit. “Indulge me on this,” he said. “Are you in conflict with anyone, Walter? Mr. Givens?” He nodded toward Mrs. Givens and Lisa Ann.
Lisa Ann opened her mouth, then shook her head.
Savich leaned toward her. “What, Lisa Ann?”
“It just popped into my head, but it’s silly. Tanny Alcott said she hated me. She hit me with a football once on purpose because I told on her.”
“Whatever was that about?” her mother asked her. “Goodness, Tanny’s only ten years old.”
Savich said, “What did she do?”
“One day when I was visiting the grade school, I was in the restroom and there was Tanny, making fun of another little girl. She’d had leukemia and her hair was just starting to grow back because of her chemotherapy. Tanny said she wouldn’t stop it when I asked her to and I couldn’t make her, so I told their teacher, Mrs. Abrams. I called her a mean little witch. She gave me this freak-weird look and said she’d get me for that. That’s when she said she hated me.”
“Why did you call her a witch?” Savich asked.
“Everyone in Plackett knows the Alcotts are witches. Well, Mrs. Alcott says she’s a Wiccan, so I guess she’s not a bad witch.”
Savich nodded, turned to Walter. “Has anything like that happened between you and any of the Alcotts, Walter?”
Walter shook his head, but Mr. Givens said, “Wait, Walter, remember when you were at The Gulf and got into a fight with Liggert Alcott?”
“Yeah, I remember. What happened was I saw him hit his kid, Teddy, outside the feed store last month and I told him to stop it. A week later we got into it at The Gulf. He was drunk, so Deputy Lewis hauled him off to spend the night in jail. He let me go because everyone backed me up, said Liggert was the one who started it.”
“Walter,” Savich said, “did Sparky Carroll ever harm the Alcotts in any way you know of?”
Walter thought, shook his head. “I’m sorry. Agent Savich, I can’t think of a thing. He and Brakey and I were friends all through school. Sparky and I were in and out of the Alcott house when we were kids. There was never any trouble. We always thought the Alcotts calling themselves Wiccans was funny. Sparky and I drifted away from Brakey when we got older, you know how that goes. We had less in common.”
Mrs. Givens said, “There’s Liggert. He’s older and a bully. He hits his wife, too, if what I’ve heard from my ladies is true.”
