Dead Past

thought McNair was being too heavy-handed in taking the evidence and we were going to catch on that McNair was trying to hide something.”
    “I think we’re onto something,” said Neva. “I really do.”
    “Where are we going to put the DNA lab?” said Jin.
    “Let’s find the killer first,” said Diane. “What are you going to do now?”
    “David’s trying to find out how McNair was killed. We know the location was the Briar Rose Nature Trail where he jogged. And we know he was shot. David’s getting the details.”
    “David?” asked Diane.
    “His autopsy is being performed as we speak, but this is what I have so far. He was jogging along his usual trail—a place where few people jog this time of year, especially now, with twenty degree temperatures and snow on the ground. But McNair was a marathoner, always in training. About a half mile into it he was shot in the knee. He fell, rolled around a bit, got the ground bloody, probably screamed, but we won’t know that until we find the killer. He managed to get up and hopped about fifteen feet back to where he came from. He was shot again in the chest and once more in the head.”
    “What kind of gun?”
    “Don’t know that yet. I imagine the GBI does. We’re going to have to get that from Garnett.”
    “No one heard gunfire?”
    “I don’t know,” answered David.
    “Any footprints in the snow?”
    “Presumably, but we don’t know,” said David.
    “What are the points of similarity between McNair and Stanton?” asked Diane.
    Jin fielded this question. “They were both shot in an isolated place, both were shot in the head, maybe no one heard the gunshots in either case. That’s all we have now.”
    “Interesting, but not compelling comparisons,” said Diane.
    “I’ll bet they were both shot with the same gun,” said Jin.
    “Do we have the autopsy report on Blake Stanton?” asked Diane.
    “No,” said David.
    “Can you get it for me, along with McNair’s autopsy report?”
    “Sure,” said David.
    “Good. I’d like to look at the two of them together. I’d also like to know as soon as possible if anyone in the police department recognizes the picture we sent.”
    “I can find that out,” said Neva.
    Diane started to speak just as her cell phone rang. With the sense of dread that Patrice Stanton had inspired in her, she looked at the caller ID. Unknown caller. Shit. But she couldn’t keep avoiding answering any of her phones.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Diane, Frank here.”
    Diane grinned. “Frank, it is so good to hear from you.”
    “I’ve missed you, too. How about I come over this evening with dinner and stay the night?”
    “That would be great. It seems that I’m going to need an alibi twenty-four/seven.”
    “What? What are you into now?”
    “That’s the point. I’m not into anything. I’ll explain when I see you.”
    “All right.” There was hesitation in his voice as he let her off the explanation hook. “See you tonight. Pizza?”
    “Pizza’s good.”
    When Diane got off the phone with Frank, she asked David, “I don’t suppose you’ve taken that ad out yet about no murders until we recover? I could really use a night off.”
    “Darn it. No, I haven’t,” said David.
    “You know,” said Jin. “We could be looking at this all wrong. There’s another angle.”
    “What’s that?” asked Diane.
    “Someone could be getting rid of your enemies.”

Chapter 27

    “Someone could be getting rid of my enemies?” said Diane. She didn’t like this angle at all.
    “You could have a secret admirer who wants to make your problems go away,” said Jin.
    “Let’s say for a moment that this scenario is true,” said Diane. “Then it follows that Patrice is in danger. Well, hell.” She fished the cell phone from her pocket, called Garnett, and relayed Jin’s latest idea.
    “It’s just a thought,” said Diane, “and I think it remote, but you might keep an eye on her.”
    “She’s already requested that we do so. She heard about McNair and has decided that you will be gunning for her next.”
    “Oh, this is just great. You know, Garnett, I do have a reputation to uphold in this town.”
    “I know. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
    Easy for him to say, she thought. “We e-mailed you a likeness of the individual generated from the skull fragments found in the basement,” she said.
    “I got it. I’m showing it around now. This is the first break we’ve had in the meth case. Good