around with, his friends.â
âFriends donât kill people. Maybe you should concentrate on his enemies.â Her voice was beginning to tremble and she brought the quilt up to her chin.
McIntire wasnât at all sure of that. Murder was as likely to be committed by a friend, if not more so. The sheriff asked, âDid Bambi have enemies?â
âIf what you say is trueâthat someone murdered himâhe must have had, or
we
must have had. Friends or enemies, maybe sometimes itâs hard to tell the difference.â
âAre you saying that Bambi might have been killed to hurt you and your husband?â
âWell, if so, it certainly worked.â
Koski didnât respond, and she went on. âHas the doctor learned anything at all yet?â
âHe was still doing his examination when we left. If he finds anything obvious weâll know by this afternoon. Heâll be sending samples to the laboratory in Lansing. Those results are going to take a few days.â
McIntire noticed the usually blunt sheriffâs avoidance of the word
autopsy
. How long did he think he could shield the family from knowledge of the scalping and the fight with Marvin Wall? If they werenât told soon, theyâd hear of it some other way.
Koski changed the subject. âWe understand that Bambi drove his own car to the dance. What kind of car is it?â
âHeâd have been driving a British sports car. A Morgan.â Mrs. Morlen turned to her father. âItâs Daddyâs, really. He and Bambi drove it out from Westchester together this spring, and Daddy left it here for him to use.â
Mr. Feldman asked, âHasnât the car been found?â
Koski shook his head. âNot yet. My deputies are searching the back roads. We need the license number and a description to get the word out.â
âItâs a dark green color. It wonât be hard to recognize. There arenât many of them around.â McIntire didnât doubt it. âIâll get you the number,â Feldman added, without budging from his daughterâs side.
The sheriff leaned back and crossed his legs. McIntire could only imagine what that attempt at a relaxed attitude had cost his back. âCan you tell us about your son, Mrs. Morlen? What kind of person was he? What were his interests? What were his plans for the future? Has he talked about people he might have met around here, other than Ross Maki and this Mr. Carlson? Anything you can tell us will help.â
âBambi was the kind of son any mother would sell her soul to have.â Bonnie Morlenâs voice choked and she buried her head on her fatherâs shoulder. Feldman folded his arms around her and glared, and Koski gave in. âWeâll leave you now, Mrs. Morlen. But weâd like to take a look at your sonâs room, and can you give us directions to the camp where he stayed with Mr. Carlson?â
Bonnie pulled herself free of her fatherâs grasp, but continued to lean against him. âThe camp? The cabin? Itâsâ¦. No, Iâm sorry I canât help you. I donât think Wendell knows exactly where it is either.â Her voice choked again. âIâm so sorry. What kind of a mother would let her child go off and live in the woods and not even know where?â
âBambi wasnât a child, Maâam.â
âI didnât want to let him go! I did everything to keep him here! But he was eighteen. I couldnât stop him, and Wendell thought it would be good for him. He didnât think thereâd be any danger, and it would keep thingsâ¦. I let my own child goâ¦.â
âHe wasnât a child,â Koski repeated.
âHe was a child to me. And now he always will be.â
The sheriff appeared to be gathering himself to exit his chair. McIntire interrupted.
âWas there some kind ofâ¦strife between Bambi and his father?â
Koskiâs head
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