Gone

Hal coughed three times, not bothering to cover his mouth. His own ploy to gain real estate. Shelly didn’t budge, though she’d seriously have to consider burning her clothes later today.

“Need cough syrup?” she asked idly. “Bet you have some in the house.”

“Bet I do. All this rain, a man’s bound to get a cold.”

“So that’s why you buy it by the case?”

Hal just gri

At law enforcement urging, stores then stopped carrying the over-the-counter drugs, well, over-the-counter. You wanted children’s Sudafed in Oregon, you had to personally request it from a pharmacist. Even this method wasn’t foolproof, however, so for the latest round of combat, the giant pharmaceutical companies had promised cough syrups that were pseudoephedrine-free just for these kinds of markets. Would still treat the common cold, without endangering half the teenage population.

Of course, that still left online pharmacies, drug runs to Canada, etc., etc. Criminals were stupid, but never as overwhelmingly stupid as law enforcement would like them to be.

“I heard you owe some money,” Shelly said, trying to jump-start things by dangling a little bait.

“Me? No way. Never a borrower or lender be.”

“Why, Hal, you’re quoting Shakespeare.” Shelly batted her eyes.

Hal gri

“More like plagiarism. So you ever go

“Why? Guy like me always has a few people who think I’ve done ’ em wrong. New windows will just make new targets.”

“Did you do them wrong?”

“Ah, Sheriff, I just want to eat my Chinese food and repair another stove. Can’t a guy make a living?”

Shelly nodded, chewing on the inside of her lip. Hal was blocking her view of the house as well as stalling the conversation. Definitely a guy with something to hide, but then again, that’s why they’d come here. Hal would always be hiding something, and he was right about not bothering to replace the windows.

“What about some guys who may have done you wrong?”

This was a new tactic. Hal frowned, squirreled an eyebrow, and tried to figure it out. “What’d you hear?”

“I hear some guys are looking to score some quick cash. Doing all sorts of crazy-ass stuff. Kind of activities that bring the state police into the town, and soon, the FBI. That sort of thing fucks it up for everyone, don’t you think?”

Hal finally put two and two together-and proved he’d read the most recent edition of the Daily Sun. “The kidnapping,” he murmured.

“Yes, sir.”

For a change, Hal’s reply was immediate and forthcoming. “Ah, no way. I do not go there. Abducting some woman, making ransom demands. All for a lousy ten grand? That is crazy-ass. I can barely stand being around some chatty female long enough for sex. Like hell I’m locking one up in my house.”

“Well, you do have a barn.”

“Ah jeez.”

“Just let us take a quick tour. Then we can remove you from the suspect list and save you the same visit from the FBI.”

“As long as the FBI is packing the same warrant you are, I got nothing to worry about. Time for my di

Hal moved to slam the door. Shelly stuck her foot in the way. “We’re serious about this,” she said quietly. “It’s not the same old shit, Hal. One word, one whisper she is anywhere near here, and a judge will grant us permission to tear your place apart board by board. Forget the windows, you won’t have a house when we’re done with you.”

“I don’t deal in bodies.”

“You know who might?”

Hal stared at her. Shelly stared back. “All I need is a whisper…”

“All right,” he said abruptly. “You got some paper? I’ll write you a goddamn list.”

Ten minutes later, Shelly and Dan both climbed back into the department’s SUV. The vehicle had sunk down, the tires stuck. Hal cursed them both when he came back out of the house. He grabbed a hammer, yanked the MDF off the windows, and used the boards as giant planks behind each wheel.

They got traction. Hal got covered in mud. Last glimpse Shelly had was of a tall, morose man, plucking wood out of the dirt and preparing to board it once more to his windows.

“What do you think?” she asked Dan.

“Third barn in the back shows a lot of work that’s new.”

“Good place to stash Rainie Co

“He could, but given the size and location, he’d make a lot more money with a lab.”

“My thought, too. Definitely a criminal, but not our criminal.”

Dan glanced at his watch again.

“OT pays better than milking, Dan.”

“Yeah, but on days like this, I miss the cows.”