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“—she’d jot her impressions right away. You know, while the interview was still hot in her mind. She’d do a full write-up later.”
Monck inhaled, blew out the breath, then continued: “Way at the back of the file, crumpled and stuck to another page, I found a Post-it with a scribbled note about someone she refs only as JR. She’d jottedBSandsusbeside the initials.”
“Bullshit? Suspicious?” I guessed.
“Or suspect.”
“That’s it?” Seemed thin.
“JR’s address was on the Post-it. He, or she, lives at the end of a spur shooting off Malcolm’s Road.”
“That means nothing to me,” I said, leaning in to see if I’d missed anything with my toothbrush.
“Near the Wheeland Settlement.”
“Sorry.”
“By the dump.”
That snapped me back from the mirror.
“And the road running past the waste disposal facility?” I asked.
“Fuckin-A.”
“Did Musgrove reinterview this JR person?”
“That’s the other thing that caught my attention. The note was dated two days before her death.”
“Holy shit.”
“I’m on my way out there now. Once I find this JR character, the two of us will have a nice little chat.”
“Keep me looped in.”
“I just did that.”
Dead air.
I sat a moment, heart thumping in my chest. Questions rocketing in my head.
What had Musgrove discovered? Why hadn’t she mentioned JR? Was Monck about to confront her killer? A multimurder predator?”
The phone rang in my hand. Time for a change. TheLaw & Orderbit was getting old.
After checking the screen, I answered.
“Hey, Harry.”
“?’Sup, big sis?”
“I’m still in the islands.”
“Poor, baby.”
“I know. It’s a tropical paradise. But I’ve been here over a week.”
“Hear that noise?”
