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Hard Coal Country
Murder
The pop-pop-pop ripped
through the night to interrupt the distant howling of the Schuylkill
County werewolf. Police Lieutenant Lawson and I held our position in
a rock outcropping in the trees on Gobbler’s Peak south of
Pottsville, Pennsylvania.
“What do you think?” Lawson
grabbed my shoulder from behind.
I kept my voice low because
the shooting came from nearby. “Walther 10+1.”
“Twenty-two longs?” Lawson
wore his police detective stare in the moonlight.
“Yeah. Target practice
pistol.” I turned around.
“Little late for practice.”
“Wouldn’t hurt to check it
out.”
“Where do we start?” Lawson
looked under a skunk plant like there’d actually be a body at our
feet.
I pointed with my Remington
760. “That campfire down the hill. See it? The one with the body
next to the fire?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s keep the silver
bullets in our rifles.”
“Good idea. You never know
when that werewolf will jump out at you.”
We arrived at the campfire
where the body waited in silence unlike the werewolf howling in the
woods on the next hill above the old stucco farmhouse with the big
barn covered with painted printer’s plates purchased used from the
Pottsville Republican.
Three women stood over the
body. I spied the Walther in the dirt on the other side of the fire.
Lawson checked the body
while I kept an eye and my Remington 760 on the ladies, a blonde, a
redhead and a brunette.
Lawson looked up from the
body. “No pulse, three bullet holes. You’re all under arrest.”
“Back off, Lawson. This
ain’t Chicago and your badge doesn’t mean squat here. Let’s find out
what’s going on.”
“Yeah, sure,” Lawson stood
up, holding his rifle at port arms.
“You ladies want to explain
what happened?” I asked.
The blonde said, “I like
camping with Shirley here.”
“Ginger was washing the
dinner plates with the redhead when the shots rang out,” said one of
the ladies.
“I’m Nancy. Don’t trust the
brunette. I never trusted her.”
The redhead said, “I saw
Nancy in that gun store at the Schuylkill County Mall this morning.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” I
said.
“It is?” Lieutenant Lawson
asked.
“Yeah, I know whodunit. It
was…”
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