Was I living in opposite world? Rama and Rowell had wasted zero time accusing me of murder, even tried to arrest me, and now they needed me at a crime scene?
I didn’t think so. When people called for your blood, you didn’t make it easy for them to take it from you. Instead of traveling to the purported scene of the crime, I’d go see Hilda Gunderson.
She’d given me to them according to Rowell. I needed to question her, and she owed me some answers. Someone was trying to set me up, and before I could solve the murder of my high school chum, I had to figure out who wanted me out of the way.
I might as well start with the person who lied to the police.
After a quick bite of breakfast and shower, I dressed and drove toward Hilda Gunderson’s home. Cops swarmed the lawn, blue lights flashed, and I saw Rowell and Rama standing in the yard. I turned left from the house and drove back home.
“Jesus, now Hilda Gunderson is dead. If I’d shown up the set up would’ve been complete. Now, I’ve got to figure out who killed her. Was it Rama or Rowell?”
My problems had just increased exponentially.
As I pulled into the driveway, my phone rang. It was Chief Rogers.
“Konan, where are you?”
“Rama said he came to get you this morning. Why aren’t you here?”
“Um, because I’m still on leave. I don’t have to return to work until the 30th.”
“We need you here. I know things are strained between you and Rama, but son, Hilda Gunderson is dead. The bodies keep stacking up. What will it take for you to return early?”
“I don’t want Rama as a partner. I won’t return until I’ve been assigned someone else.”
“There is no one else, son. I’ll do what I can.”
“I’m sorry to be difficult, Chief, but I can’t trust Rama.”
Chief Rogers grew quiet and let out an exasperated sigh, and said, “he says the same thing about you.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Chief. Have a good day.”