Blindside

“I’ve been reading about Reverend Sooner McCamy. He’s fifty-four years old, born near Nashville, Te

He tapped his fingertips together, frowned down at MAX, who was humming placidly.

“He’s married to Elsbeth four years before he finds his calling?”

“Apparently. But when the calling hit him, it hit him hard. Suddenly he’s the founder and leader of this pretty strange-sounding church, the Sinful Children of God.”

“He didn’t go to a seminary?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm. What did his aunt die of?”

Savich’s back was throbbing like the very devil.

She hated seeing the pain in his eyes. “You’re taking a pill, buddy, no arguments.”

After he’d swallowed the pill, she made him sit for a few minutes until his back stopped throbbing. He said, “Let’s see about that aunt. She died something like six months after Sooner married Elsbeth. They both lived with the aunt in that lovely big house that his aunt, Eleanor Marie McCamy Ward, inherited from her husband. Ah, do you have Katie’s cell? Ask her.”

Katie answered immediately and listened. She said, “That’s an excellent question, Sherlock. I’m in the middle of a delinquent problem right now, but I’ll get back to you.”

When Sherlock hung up, she said, “Katie will check it out. We’re having di

“Sure, the more we compare notes the better. I think Miles is still with Sam and Keely, even though Katie’s mother volunteered to watch them.”

“But Miles didn’t want Sam out of his sight.”

“You got it. I told him to come here-”

There was a knock on the door, then Sam’s voice, “Uncle Dillon! Aunt Sherlock! We’re here.”

Savich slowly rose. He knew the pain would knock him on his butt if he moved too fast. He took a handful of Sherlock’s hair, kissed her-lust, pain, frustration in that kiss. “I want to do something with those big hair rollers later.”

She said against his jaw, “I’ve been thinking that just maybe we can figure something out that won’t hurt you too much.”

That perked him up.

23

T hey went to Katie’s mom’s for di

“Is that the same as a tuna casserole, ma’am?” Miles asked her.

“My gra

“I’m Agent Glen Hodges, ma’am.”

She shook his hand. “Welcome, all of you. Please, call me Mi

“What about us, Mom? Just look at Dillon here. The man’s back is hurting bad. He could probably use a cookie about now.”

Mi

After the three King Charles spaniels had finally calmed down, their silky ears stroked by every adult and child, and the canaries were quiet beneath their night sheets, everyone trooped into the small dining room. To Miles’s surprise, Sam took one bite of the tuna casserola and didn’t stop until he downed two helpings and three of Mi

“Let me tell you one good thing I did today,” Katie a

Sherlock waved her fork. “Out with it, Katie, we need to hear something positive.”

“I had a boy steal a Snickers bar from a local grocery. His family’s poorer than dirt and both parents drink. I went to the middle school, pulled twelve-year-old Ben Chivers out of class and offered him a deal. He works for Mrs. Cerlew at the grocery three hours a day after school. She pays him minimum wage for two of those hours, then he works free for the other hour. Mrs. Cerlew is all for it, too. If he does well for a month, she’ll keep him on and pay him for the full three hours, three days a week.”

Miles’s head was cocked to the side. “That’s very good, Katie. This way the kid doesn’t have to go into the juvenile system.”

Katie shuddered. “Something I like to avoid at all costs. He’s not bad, just helpless. This will give him a sense of worth, and a bit of money. I told him to keep his new job to himself as long as he could, or his dad would hit him up to buy some cheap wine.”

Mi

Katie gave her mother a tight-lipped frown and didn’t say anything.

How, Miles wondered, could a sheriff, on a small-town sheriff’s pay, afford to subsidize a kid’s wages? He was chewing his tongue he wanted to ask so badly when Katie’s mom said, smiling, “After the settlement, Katie saved Benedict Pulp Mill, and a lot of local folks’ jobs, and every so often, she helps folk here in Jessborough, mainly the kids.”

“This is my home,” Katie said very quietly. “Actually, you could have pulled the mill out of trouble yourself, Mama.” She added to everyone at the table, “She’s an excellent manager, something Dad just wasn’t. Now, that’s enough.” She looked down at the last bite of tuna casserola on her plate. “Keely, you want one more forkful?”

Truth be told, the very large tuna casserola and the platter of biscuits were memories in fifteen minutes.

Miles sat back and folded his hands over his stomach. “That was delicious, Mi

“Well, I put up with you adults just so I can get my hands on Sam and Keely. Now, who’s ready for coffee and apple pie?”

Savich said, “May I give you my mom’s e-mail, Mi

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