Janie watched as Walter staggered up the stairs that led to his porch. She did not envy him the hangover he would have in the morning. Once he had unlocked the door to his living room, she put the vehicle in reverse and backed into the soft, green grass.
She put the vehicle in drive and drove back into town. Two deputies worked nights. The senior deputy, Anthony, a veteran of some twenty-two years did patrol duty, while the junior, Carlos, served as dispatcher. Carlos had a couple of years under his belt and was in no hurry to run patrols. He had insinuated once before that he preferred the desk to people.
Janie pulled into a parking spot and walked up the stairs to the front door. Carlos nodded at her when she walked in.
“Hey, Carlos. How’s it going?”
“Detective Temple. You know how it is here. It’s another exciting weeknight in Angie, Mississippi.”
“Oh yeah? They’ve already rolled the streets up and stored them behind the bar at Cartwright’s Drugstore.”
“What brought you by tonight, detective?”
“Is the temp chief in?”
“Yeah, he’s in the office.”
“Thank you, Carlos. I’ll catch you later.”
Janie walked down the hall to the closed door. She knocked on it and waited until the chief yelled ‘enter.’ She turned the nob and walked in. Chief White looked up and gave her a nod.
“Is your partner good to go, detective?”
“He is. We’ll get on it hot-n-heavy in the morning.”
“So, why are you here now?”
“I wanted to interview Sue Anne’s mother.”
“You can’t conduct an interview on your own, detective. It’s done in pairs so you have a witness to vouch for you-should the worst happen.”
“I know, chief.”
“Then, come back in the morning, with your partner, and interview her. Do you think she knows anything?”
“I THINK she got paid off to ignore what happened to her daughter.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter what you think, it’s what you can prove. Has anyone discovered sign of a fetus?”
“Chief White, the crime took place over twenty years ago. There’s no proof of a fetus. Worst case, a gator ate it and crapped it out in that black water out there.”
Gary White shook his head in disgust and rubbed his jaw. Janie couldn’t help but notice the rugged handsomeness of his face, the chiseled jawline, and gold tint that surrounded his hazel eyes.
Hot dang, the new chief is good-looking, Janie thought, as she waited for him to say something. He didn’t, and she cleared her throat.
“I’ll see you in the morning, chief.”
“Okay, Detective Temple. I’ll see you.”
She walked to the door and turned her head to get one last look at Chief White. He was peering at the computer screen, engrossed by what he saw on it and paid no attention to Janie whatsoever.
Without another word, she walked down the hall. She gave a small wave to Carlos and went home. Tomorrow would get here sooner than she wanted. She needed to be fresh to face whatever the world would hit her with, but first, she’d get answers from Sue Anne’s mother about Roy Darnell Carver.