scissors and tried to attack someone, someone who then grabbed the hair dryer as a means of defense? It might not be murder at all.
It might have happened the other way, however. Lynn might have grabbed the scissors when someone came after her with the dryer.
It was better not to get too interested in reconstructing things, though, not at this stage of the case. Believing you knew what happened could lead to blind spots in your thinking.
Speaking of thinking, Rhodes wondered if Mikey Burns had been doing any of that when he had parked his little red car in front of Lynn Ashtonâs house.
Lonnie had gone to the housing addition one spring afternoon to visit a retired history teacher named Nora Fischer, who was very much a stay-at-home. She was eighty years old and lived in the first house that had been built in the addition. While she no longer drove, she was quite able to take care of herself and her small house. She also liked to have visitors, and Lonnie, whoâd been in her class when he was in junior high, went by to see her now and then because he enjoyed hearing her stories.
âWe talk about the old days,â Lonnie had told Rhodes, âwhen Clearview was still alive. She says people used to fill the streets of downtown on Saturday nights. All the farmers came to town, and the stores stayed open late for them. Itâs kind of sad that there arenât any farmers around anymore.â
Lonnie had stayed a little later than usual talking to Nora, and it was after dark when heâd left her house. That was when heâd seen Mikey Burnsâs car.
âIt was right there by the curb.â Lonnie pointed as if they were taking a tour instead of sitting in his living room. âI couldnât believe it. I didnât say anything to Lynn about it the next day because I didnât want her to think I was spying on her. Maybe I should have.â
âDid she seem upset that day?â Rhodes wanted to know. âDistracted? Anything different about her?â
Lonnie couldnât remember anything, but it was enough to know that Burns had visited Lynn. It was a start.
Rhodes finished his cheeseburger and Dr Pepper, put the trash in a can, and drove to Mikey Burnsâs precinct office.
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Burnsâs administrative assistant, Mrs. Wilkie, didnât smile when Rhodes came in, but then she seldom smiled at him these days. There had been a time when she had a crush on Rhodes, but that time had passed. Sheâd spiffed herself up, gotten a job at the commissionerâs office, and changed her priorities. Rhodes had heard she and Burns had developed a relationship. He wondered how upset Mrs. Wilkie might be by what Lonnie had told him.
âGood morning,â he said.
Mrs. Wilkie gave a slight nod in response. Her hair didnât move. Rhodes wondered if she had it done at the Beauty Shack. The color had certainly improved lately. It was no longer the unnatural orange that it had once been.
âDo you want to see Mr. Burns?â she asked.
âIf heâs available,â Rhodes said.
âIâll let him know youâre here.â She punched a button on a console. âMr. Burns, Sheriff Rhodes is here. Heâd like to talk to you.â
Rhodes heard a response, but he couldnât make out the words.
âYou can go in,â Mrs. Wilkie said, and Rhodes did.
Burnsâs office wasnât fancy, just an old desk, some folding chairs, and a couple of green filing cabinets that had seen some hard use. Rhodes thought that Burns didnât want the taxpayers to think he was wasting their money.
Burns was seated behind his desk. He didnât bother to get up and shake hands. He and Rhodes knew each other well enough to dispense with that formality, and Burns was hardly a formal person to begin with. He was known all over the county not just for his little red convertible but for his colorful aloha shirts. The one he wore today had