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"You probably needed it, considering how long they expect people to wait these days. Criminal. Just criminal."
"So, is Janie really leaving?" I cut in. "This isn't one of her games?"
"Oh, no. I wouldn't do that to a client." He glanced at Jack. "So you're interested...?"
"One of my guests is," I said.
Durant nodded. "I know how Janie can be, so when she said she'd sell, I handed her a check and had her sign the preliminary paperwork on the spot. I own that property now. She'll be cleared out by Tuesday."
"How did you finally convince her?"
He laughed. "I'd love to take credit, but it was all Janie. She came to me Wednesday wanting to know how fast she could get the money and leave town. I guess with Sammi disappearing and all..."
"Is that what she said?"
"Well, no, but the timing can't be a coincidence."
No, it cant.
"Still, it seems a little hasty," I said. "With Sammi gone barely a couple of days."
"You know Janie. She gets her mind made up. If Sammi does come home, her mom's still around, just over in Bancroft."
"Bancroft?"
"She's got a boyfriend there, I heard. And that's the forwarding address she gave."
"In case Sammi came back?"
"Well, no, she didn't say that. For legal work, though I'm sure she meant I could pass it on to Sammi. I didn't put up the sign until I was sure she'd cashed the check." He winked at Jack. "Gotta put my client's interests first. As of now, that place is free and clear."
We walked back to the truck in a comfortable silence, Jack letting me puzzle it through, knowing I'd share when I was ready.
If Janie knew Sammi wasn't coming back, then the obvious answer was that she'd killed her. But I'd seen the way Janie's hands shook. She'd barely be able to aim a gun, much less execute such a perfect shot. Her criminal background - running with a biker gang - was all in the distant past. Would she still have connections? Be able to buy a hit?
But to what purpose? Why kill -?
A figure stepped from the pharmacy, bag clutched to her chest. I blinked, certain I was seeing wrong. I wasn't.
I veered onto the road and broke into a jog. Janie's gaze skittered my way. She hugged the bag tight and walked faster. Jack must have figured out who she was. He called my name in a tone that warned me to get my ass back there before I did something I'd regret.
I kept going, bearing down on my target.
"Doing a little shopping with your windfall?" I grabbed the bag from Janie.
"You crazy bitch!" she shrieked, clawing at me.
I looked inside and pulled out one of two rye bottles. "Doesn't look like medicine."
"Doug and I have an arrangement," she said, naming the drugstore clerk. "He gets them for me. There's no law against that."
"Crown Royal? Little rich for your budget. You must have got
a pretty penny for your shack."
She snatched the bag back. "None of your business, cop."
"What about Sammi? What's she going to do when she comes home and finds her house gone?" I stepped closer. "Unless you know she isn't coming home."
