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was your relationship with your ex-wife at the time of the murder?”
The lawyer called out sharply …
“Phil, don’t answer that question.”
Cardin looked across to the other cell and said, “Aw, shut up, Ozzie. I’m not going to tell him anything I haven’t told the sheriff a hundred times already. It won’t make no difference anyhow.”
Then looking at Jake, Cardin said in a sarcastic tone …
“Things were just peachy between me and Alice. Our divorce was perfectly amicable. I wouldn’t have hurt a hair on her pretty little head.”
The sheriff had just returned and handed a cup of coffee to the lawyer.
“Amicable, shit,” the sheriff said to Cardin. “The day of her murder, you went roaring into the beauty parlor where she worked, yelling right in front of her clientele that she’d ruined your life and you hated her guts and you wanted her dead. That’s why you’re here.”
Jake put his hands in his pockets and said, “Would you care to tell me what that was all about?”
Cardin’s lips twisted in an expression of savage anger.
“It was the truth, that’s all—about her ruining my life, I mean. I’ve been down on my luck ever since the bitch threw me out and married that damned doctor. Just that day I got fired from my job as a short-order cook in Mick’s Diner.”
“And that was her fault somehow?” Jake said.
Cardin stared Jake straight in the eye and said through clenched teeth …
“Everything was her fault.”
Jake felt a chill at the sound of hatred in his voice.
He’s a real blamer, he thought.
Jake had dealt with more than his share of killers who couldn’t accept responsibility for anything that went wrong in their lives. Jake knew that Cardin’s fiery resentment was hardly proof of his guilt. But he could definitely understand why Cardin had been arrested in the first place.
Still, Jake knew that keeping him in custody was another issue, now that there had been another murder. From what Chief Messenger had told Jake back in Dighton, there was no hard physical evidence linking Cardin with the crime. The only evidence was a history of threatening behavior, especially the recent outburst at the beauty parlor where Alice had worked. It was all circumstantial …
Unless he says something incriminating right here and now.
Jake said to Cardin, “I take it you’re not exactly a grieving ex-husband.”
Cardin grunted and said, “Maybe I would be if Alice hadn’t done me so bad. Spent our whole marriage telling me what a loser I was—as if that toad she took up with was some kind of improvement. Well, I wasn’t no loser until she divorced me. It was only when I was on my own that things started going bad. It’s not fair …”
Jake listened as Cardin kept griping on about his ex. His bitterness was palpable—and so was his heartbreak. Jake suspected that Cardin never stopped loving Alice, or at least wanting her. Part of him had always held out some vain hope that they’d wind up together again.
However, his love for her was obviously sick, twisted, and obsessive—not love at all, in any healthy sense. Jake had known plenty of murderers who were driven by exactly that kind of thing they called love.
Cardin paused from ranting for a moment, then said …
“Tell me—is it true they found her wrapped up in barbed wire?”
Shaking his head with a smile he added …
“Man, that’s—that’s creative.”
Jake felt a slight jolt at those words.
What did Cardin mean, exactly?
Was he admiring someone else’s handiwork?
Or was he slyly gloating over his own resourcefulness?
Jake figured the time had come to try to draw him out about the other murder. If Cardin had an accomplice who had killed Hope Nelson, maybe Jake could get him to admit it. But he knew he had to tread carefully.
He said, “Mr. Cardin, did you know a woman named Hope Nelson over in Dighton?”
Cardin scratched his head and said …
“Nelson … the name’s familiar. Ain’t she the mayor’s wife or something?”
Leaning against the bars outside the cell, Sheriff Tallhamer grunted and said …
“She’s dead, that’s what she is.”
Jake fought down a groan of discouragement. He hadn’t planned to spring the truth on Cardin in so blunt a manner. He’d hoped to take his time about it, try to find out if he already knew what had happened to Hope Nelson.
The lawyer in the other cell jumped to his feet.
“Dead?” he yelped. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Tallhamer spit out some tobacco on the concrete floor and said, “She was murdered just last night—in exactly the same way Alice was killed. Strung up from a fence post, bundled up in barbed wire.”
Suddenly seeming perfectly sober, Ozzie barked, “So what the hell are you holding my client for? Don’t tell me you think he murdered another woman last night while he was locked up right here.”
Jake’s spirits sank. His tactic was spoiled, and he knew that any further questions were likely to be pointless.
Nevertheless, he asked Cardin again, “Did you know Hope Nelson?”
“Didn’t I just tell you no?” Cardin said with a note of surprise.
But Jake couldn’t tell whether his surprise was unfeigned or he was just faking it.
Ozzie grabbed the bars of his own cell and yelled, “You’d damn well better let my client loose right now, or you’ll be facing one hell of a lawsuit!”
Jake stifled a sigh.
Ozzie was right, of course, but …
He picked a fine time to get competent all of a sudden.
Jake turned to Tallhamer and said, “Let Cardin go. But keep a close eye on him.”
Tallhamer called for his deputy to bring Cardin’s belongings. As the sheriff opened the cell for Cardin to leave, he turned toward Ozzie and said …
“Do you want to go too?”
Ozzie yawned and lay back down on his bunk.
“Naw, I’ve done a pretty good day’s work. I’d just as soon go back to sleep—as long as you don’t need the cell for anybody else.”
Tallhamer smirked and said, “Be my guest.”
As Jake walked out of the station with Tallhamer and Cardin, he noticed that the white-coated man was still standing on the other side of the street in exactly the same spot as before.
Suddenly, the man went into motion, striding across the street toward them.
Tallhamer grumbled quietly to Jake …
“Here comes trouble.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jake scrutinized the man who was rushing toward them just outside the police station. He saw outrage in the man’s face and bearing, but didn’t sense that it was aimed at him. And he was aware that Tallhamer wasn’t bracing for action.
Meanwhile, Cardin had turned and hurried rapidly away along the sidewalk.
The angry man stormed up to Tallhamer. Waving an arm in the departing Cardin’s direction, he shouted …
“I demand that you take that bastard back into custody!”
Seemingly impervious to the man’s anger, Sheriff Tallhamer calmly introduced