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Fiction,
Mystery,
amateur sleuth,
Murder,
soft-boiled,
murder mystery,
mystery novels,
amateur sleuth novel,
regional fiction,
regional mystery,
fishing,
fly fishing,
Arkansas River
âOne thingâs for sure, Howie could tie beautiful flies. I wonder whoâll get his fly box. I hope that person will know the value of the contents.â
After a respectful moment, Wally cleared his throat. âHow about if you show me exactly where those eddies are that you were talking about, Ira?â
With admonitions to be careful, Steve and Mandy pushed their raft off the cobble bar. Giving the fishing duo a wide berth, they paddled quietly downstream. Mandy thought back on Iraâs reaction. Was the manâs grief genuine or was he faking it?
Five
Let your hook be always cast.
In the pool where you least expect it, will be fish.
âOVID
Thursday was Mandyâs day off, so she threw a load of laundry in the washing machine and took a nice long run with Lucky. After showering and breakfasting, she phoned Detective Quintana to tell him about her encounter with Ira Porter.
She ended with the question that had been niggling her all night. âDo you think Iraâs really grieving over Howieâs death, or do you think he might be the one who killed him?â
âCould be both,â Quintana answered. âIraâs a much smaller man than Howie. If they got into an argument and it got out of hand, Ira could have resorted to the hatchet and then sprayed Howie with pepper spray if it looked like Howie would get up. And now heâs regretting his rash actions and missing his fishing partner.â
âBut if they were arguing, why was Howie lying on top of his sleeping bag?â
âMaybe thatâs where he fell. Or maybe he was sitting there when Ira hatcheted him, or maybe Iraâs temper simmered until Howie fell asleep and Ira got him then. Or maybe Iâm just blowing smoke. Hopefully Iâll find out something when I talk to him this afternoon. Heâs agreed to come in for questioning.â
Mandyâs dryer beeped, and she started unloading the clothes while cradling her phone against her shoulder. âWere you able to confirm Newt Nowakâs alibi?â
âGonzo confirmed that he spent Saturday evening with him,â Quintana said, âbut when I took Newt to his campsite, no one else was around. I almost wonder if they saw us coming and high-tailed it out of there.â
âYou going to go back there?â
âYeah, sometime tonight. Though in the meantime, Newt could have concocted a story with his buddies. I would have preferred to talk to them last night.â
Taking a break from folding her clothes, Mandy shifted the phone to her other ear. âDid Newtâs fingerprints match any of those on the hatchet or beer cans?â
âNo, but he could have worn his work gloves while doing the killing. Some of the prints on the hatchet were smeared. That could have happened when Howie tried to get it out of his neck with hands that were already slippery with blood. Or, a killer wearing gloves could have smeared the prior prints.â
Mandy shuddered at the image of Howie clawing away at the hatchet. âDid you see any blood on Newtâs glove?â
âNot from a visual inspection, but we sent the glove off to CBI. Theyâll see if it has any minute traces of Howie Abbottâs blood or the pepper spray on it.â
âAnd I suppose theyâll try to confirm that itâs Newtâs glove by doing a DNA match on skin cells or hairs inside.â
âYep.â
Mandy tugged on her ponytail while she mulled over the two suspects. âYou know, I donât see how either one of these guys has a motive.â
âJust because we havenât found one yet doesnât mean one doesnât exist.â The sound of pages flipping came over the phone, as if Quintana was reviewing the case file. âFrom what Iâve been able to find out about Howie Abbott so far, he wasnât well liked. He tended to piss people off and didnât seem to care.â
While stowing socks in her dresser drawer,