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Shee-ut.”
“Good morning, Dwayne,” Rusty said cheerfully. “How’s life treatin’ you?”
Hunkered in the corner of his cot with his back against the wall, the Hawkins miscreant glared at Rusty. Rusty turned to the deputy who’d escorted him to the cell. “Leave us.”
The deputy shot Hawkins a warning look, then turned away and ambled back toward his desk.
Rusty waved his hand in front of his nose. “I can smell you from here, Dwayne. Must be that lake water you got bogged down in last night while you were trying to evade arrest. Then you assaulted a peace officer. My, my.”
“I ain’t talking without a lawyer.”
“Really? Gee, that’s too bad. Because I think you would like hearing what I’ve come to discuss.”
“Whut could you have to say that I’d want to hear?”
“Before we get to that, your disposition needs some readjustment.”
“Whut’s that mean?”
Rusty dropped his amiable grin. “It means, get over here and talk to me with respect, or I’ll bring in someone to work you over good, and claim he was protecting me. When he’s done with you, you’ll be peeing blood and farting out your ears.”
Hawkins mulled it over, then rolled off the cot and slunk over to the bars.
“That’s better,” Rusty said.
“Everybody says you’re crooked as your ol’ man.”
“Do they?” Rusty chuckled. “Well, they’re wrong. He was a pussycat compared to me. Which works to your advantage, Dwayne.”
“Yeah? I ain’t seein’ it.”
“You and I can work together to our mutual benefit.”
Dwayne squinted at him with wary interest. “Doin’ whut?”
“See what happens when you’re courteous and cooperative? We’re making progress already.”
Arden had been at the courthouse when it opened for the day. After consulting the deputy manning the information desk in the lobby, she’d been directed to the second floor and the Sheriff’s Office’s Crimes Against Persons division. There, she’d made her request to one of the detectives, filled out the necessary forms, paid the nominal fee, and then had been instructed to return to the lobby and wait.
That had been almost an hour ago. She couldn’t imagine why it was taking so long. Unless a certain amount of time was required to locate the investigation reports on twenty-year-old crimes.
Finally, the detective with whom she’d dealt arrived with a sealed manila envelope and passed it to her. “Here you go. Sorry it took so long. I had to take a call.”
“You’ve been very helpful. Thank you.” She tucked the envelope under her arm and turned to go.
“Funny. We recently had somebody else request those particular reports.”
Arden stopped and came slowly around. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to think it was funny. “Oh?”
“I guess you moving back here kindled interest in these two investigations.”
This wasn’t welcome news, but she smiled as though unbothered by it. “Who besides me would be interested? Not a producer from one of those unsolved mystery TV shows, I hope.”
He laughed. “Naw. Local boy. Ledge Burnet’s his name. He was in here only a few days ago, asking for the same files.”
“Did he say why?”
“Ledge isn’t much of a talker, keeps his business to hisself.”
