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Fiction,
Suspense,
Mystery,
Mystery Fiction,
Native American,
Murder,
mystery novel,
medium-boiled,
Myth,
mary crow,
judgment of whispers
Native American brand.â
âAny DNA or prints?â asked Whaley.
âPrints on the bag, but they donât match anybody in the system. Theyâre working on the underpants. The smoke was clean.â
âThere go your butts, Saunooke.â Whaley laughed.
âNot necessarily,â Saunooke replied. âSomebody could have strolled through the yard sale, smoking, casual-like. Then he sneaks off to bury the underpants. Maybe something scares him off and he doesnât notice a cigaretteâs fallen out of his pocket.â
Cochran shrugged. âThatâs possible. One smoke could fall out of a baggy shirt pocket if youâre bending over a hole in the ground.â He drew a question mark on the board. âSo what does all this tell us, gentlemen?â
âSomebody, possibly a smokerâpossibly a Native American smokerâhas kept a pair of little girlâs underpants for a very long time,â said Victor. âAnd very recently buried them in the spot where Teresa Ewingâs body was found.â
âAfter he finished his bologna sandwich,â said Whaley.
Cochran ignored Whaleyâs sarcasm. âWhat sort of person might do that? Young? Old? Male? Female? White? Cherokee?â
âSomebody local and older,â said Whaley, now serious.
âAgreed,â said Cochran. âSomeone would have to be at least in their mid-thirties to have any real memory of this case. Letâs look at our old suspects.â
He listed their names on the boardâZack Collier, Devin McConnell, Lawrence Russell, Adam Shaw, Arthur Hayes, and Two Toes McCoy. Hayes is off the listâhe fell off a fire escape and broke his neck while peeping into a womanâs apartment.â
âI thought Two Toes was doing twenty in Craggy Prison,â said Whaley.
âHeâs out on parole. He now lives on the reservation, claiming to be a priest in some Native American religion.â
Whaley laughed. âTwo Toes behaves pretty good in prison. Itâs in real life that he fucks up.â
Cochran went on. âThe rest of the suspects were all neighborhood kids. Four males, between eight and twelve, except for Zack Collier, an autistic boy who was fifteen at the time. From the old interviews I read last night, they were about to get into some sex games.â
âAt that age?â asked Galloway.
âShannon Cooper and Janie Griffin were two female witnesses. They claimed that on that last afternoon the boys dared the girls to play Bottom Up, a version of strip poker where you start betting your shoes and work your way up. They refused and went home. Teresa said she didnât want to play either, but the last time the girls saw her, she was still under the tree, talking to the boys.â
âWhat did the boys say?â
âThey all denied that anybody played anything.â
âSame old shit.â Whaley laughed. âHe said, she said.â
âDo those kids still live here?â asked Galloway
âDevin McConnell, Butch Russell, and Zack Collier do. Adam Shawâs father sent him to live with relatives in New York shortly after they found Teresaâs body. Shannon Cooper and Janie Griffin moved away years ago.â
âHave they stayed clean all these years?â
Cochran checked his tablet. âMcConnell and Russell have a number of DUIs. Shaw and the girls are clean, and the Collier boy lives with his mother. Heâs not capable of living alone.â He squinted at the screen. âGet thisâLawrence Russell, aka Butch, works campus security at the college.â
Whaley snorted. âHope they vetted his application for possible murder suspect.â
Saunooke asked, âSo where do we go from here?â
Cochran studied the board. âFor once, letâs get ahead of the curve here. Whaley, I want you to check in with the Salola Street boys. Saunooke, you take Two Toes. Just say weâre updating our
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