accident.â
âThatâs ruled out. Thatâs my shockeroonie. According to the MEâs preliminary report, Jason died from blunt force trauma consistent with hitting his head on the fieldstone rock hearth, but hereâs the kicker. Theyâre keeping it all hush-hush, but the ME used an imaging gizmo to prove there were multiple blows.â
I tried to push away the gruesome memory of my fingers prodding the wound, but couldnât. I could feel Wes waiting for my reaction.
âYouâre not surprised,â he said. âHow come?â
I swallowed hard. âI felt the back of Jasonâs head to assess the wound, you know, to see if I could do something to stop the bleeding. Oh, God, Wes. I couldnât do a thing.â I gulped and choked and coughed as a wave of nausea washed over me. âThere was a dent in his skull, closer to a gully, actually. It was horrificâreally, really awful.â
He pulled a small spiral-bound notebook from his pants pocket and used his index finger to push out a pen heâd stuffed through the wires. Before Maggie, he carried a single ratty piece of paper and a pencil stub. He jotted a note. âGully ⦠good one, Joz!â
âGod, Wes! Youâre incredibleânot in a good way. Donât even think about quoting me.â
His eyes opened wide. âWhat are you talking about? âGullyâ is a great word.â
âFeel free to use it. Just donât attribute it to me. Same deal as always, Wes.â
He sighed, Wesian for disappointed. I kept my eyes on the horizon and waited for him to speak.
âAll right,â he said, drawing out the words petulantly, as if he were making a huge concession.
âHow about Anaâs neighbors?â I asked. âDid anyone see anything?â
âNot from the initial canvass,â he said, back to normal. âLots of the cottages on that stretch of ocean are summer homes, and those folks arenât here yet. All the natives were at work or shopping or whatever.â
âWhat happened to the check Jason was bringing Ana?â
âThe police found it in his shirt pocket. My source says youâre going to look at the shattered thing, whatever it is, as soon as the forensic team is done with it. Take photos for me.â
âIf I can.â
âJosie! I need a little quid for my pro quo, if you get my drift.â
I patted his arm. âYou know I always tell you everything as soon as I can.â
âI know you say you do.â
âWes!â
âGive me something, Josie. I need something. Iâm on deadline.â
âI already didâthe word âgully.â What else do you have?â
âNothing yet. Thereâs a boatload of people in town for the wedding. The police are checking whether any of them had an issue with Jason. So far, nothing has come to light.â
âNot even with Peter?â
âWhoâs he?â
I explained his relationship to Jason and described Peterâs outburst at the police station.
âThis might be something.â He wrote in his notebook for a few seconds. âIâll check him out. Who else?â
âNo one. Jasonâs death screws up the TV pilot. How can they use a tape of wedding plans when the groom is killed only days before the ceremony? That means no one with a vested interest in the show has a motive. Like Ana.â
âUnless her motive is unrelated to the show.â
âTrue, but it would take a heck of a motive to risk losing an opportunity like thisâher own TV show. What about Heather? Is there anything there?â
â Cherchez la femme âgood one, Joz! Why would she want him dead?â
âI canât imagine. She was about to marry him.â
âDid you ever see them together?â
Jasonâs preoccupation with business and his gratuitous talk about choosing a honeymoon site based on its perceived prestige wouldnât
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