A Fatal Slip
“It’s called slip,” I said as I looked down at the bucket in the alley behind Fire at Will. “It’s a mixture of clay and water we use for all sorts of things around the shop, from a type of glue to glazing.”
“Whatever you want to call it, it’s what killed him,” the sheriff said. “How did it get out here?”
I tried not to look at the sheet covering Charlie’s body and focused on the slip instead.
“David must have put it out here sometime today,” I said, though I couldn’t imagine why he w...ould do it.
“I put it out here myself,” Bill admitted.
That caught the sheriff’s interest. “Why?”
“I was cleaning out the bathroom and saw the bucket on the floor by the pottery wheels. I didn’t know it was any good, so I put it back here so I could get rid of it later.”
“Was that before or after your fight with Charlie Cobb?”MoreLess
“Whatever you want to call it, it’s what killed him,” the sheriff said. “How did it get out here?”
I tried not to look at the sheet covering Charlie’s body and focused on the slip instead.
“David must have put it out here sometime today,” I said, though I couldn’t imagine why he w...ould do it.
“I put it out here myself,” Bill admitted.
That caught the sheriff’s interest. “Why?”
“I was cleaning out the bathroom and saw the bucket on the floor by the pottery wheels. I didn’t know it was any good, so I put it back here so I could get rid of it later.”
“Was that before or after your fight with Charlie Cobb?”MoreLess
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