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Blair.”
    “ Which is right
now.   Or at
least in a couple days.   But I
don’t want to go out of town without knowing if you’ve taken care of it.”
    John shook his head.   Sometimes he truly believed his wife was
certifiable.   What in the world did her
going out of town have to do with his paying the mortgage on that crappy
condo?   Especially when the mortgage
wasn’t even due yet!
    But she kept on.   “Why can’t you just step up to the plate like
a man and take care of it, John?   Why do
you have to always wait until the last second to do everything?   I’m so sick and tired of your nastiness
towards me, I declare sometimes I want to throw my hands in the air and have
nothing more to do with you.   All I’ve
ever tried to be was a good wife to you, and now a good ex-wife, and this is
the thanks I get.   I love you, and you
know I love you, but it’s getting harder and harder for me, John.   You’ve got to show me some signs.   All I’m asking you to do is pay the mortgage
now, that’s all I’m asking, and you can’t even do that for me.”
    “I will pay it when it’s due,
Blair, and not a second before.”
    “But why can’t you just pay it
now?   I want it paid now!”
    “Then pay it yourself,” John shot
back, finding the entire conversation insane.   But he could barely recall a phone conversation he’d had with Blair that
didn’t border on sheer lunacy.
    She, however, took offense to his
snide remark.   “What did you say to me?”
she said to him.
    “I said if you want it paid so
quickly then pay it your got damn
self,” John said even clearer.   “Or
better still get that muscle-headed boyfriend of yours to pay it!”   John said this and killed the call, and then
slung the phone back onto the passenger seat.   He hit his hand against the steering wheel as he drove.   She seemed to relish in unnerving him.   And after being married for nearly six years
to a bitch like her they wonder why he bounced from woman to woman now?   He smiled a tight, bitter smile, shook his
head, and then blew through another intersection.
    Shay sat at her desk still stunned
by the call.   The idea that the cop who
was considered Chief McNamara’s right hand man would want to give intel to an
outsider like her, especially since he already knew she was off of the case,
was   kind of weird to her.   Then she began to get suspicious.   Just why, she wondered, would he single her
out?   She wasn’t even considered a good
reporter, not by her boss back in Birmingham, not by her boss here in Brady.
    She leaned back in her chair.   Was this get
together all about the Dodge murders as he had said, or would it be yet another
attempt by him to get in her pants once again?   She was beginning to feel a kind of nervousness, a kind of queasy
hesitation she always felt whenever a man tried to crack her shell.   
    But was she reading too much into
this?   Was he really interested in
cracking her shell, or cracking his case?   Then she smiled and shook her head.
    “Get a grip,” she silently said to
herself, and then got back to work.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    FIVE

 
    As soon as John walked into Shay’s
small house, he once again knew he was dealing with a different kind of
lady.   He had expected her home to be
immaculate when he arrived.   Expected to
smell that just-cleaned scent and see fresh bouquet of roses and trays of
potpourri all over the place.   Expected her to pull out all the stops.   That was usually the case whenever he had a
scheduled visit with a female, even on an official capacity.   They seemed to enjoy impressing him.
    But when he stepped across the
threshold of Shay Turner’s home, he quickly realized that she had no interest
whatsoever in impressing him.   Her home,
in fact, had that take it or leave it
because impressing you is not what I do vibe all over it.   Which made John smile.   He had decided to give his info to