Black River
““I’ll tell you the same thing I told the cops. Donald Barth’s been with us fifteen months. A model employee. Never missed a day.”
Dennis—call me Denny—Ryder was foreman of the West Hill Maintenance Shop. Age was turning his thick blond hair the color of dirty brass, but it hadn’t stopped him from plastering it back into a duck-tailed pompadour that would have made Elvis proud. A black Harley Davidson Road King Classic rested lovingly along the rear wall. Corso was betting it was Denny Ryder’s.
...Ryder wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb and forefinger and then flicked a glance over at Robert Downs, who was holding his father’s uniform shirt up in front of his face, studying the fabric as if it were the Turin Shroud.
“Nice quiet fella. Did his job. Kept his mouth shut.”
“Where’d he work before?” Corso asked.
Ryder’s eyes took on a furtive cast.
“Before what?”
“Before fifteen months ago.”
“Musta been somewhere else in the district.”MoreLess
Dennis—call me Denny—Ryder was foreman of the West Hill Maintenance Shop. Age was turning his thick blond hair the color of dirty brass, but it hadn’t stopped him from plastering it back into a duck-tailed pompadour that would have made Elvis proud. A black Harley Davidson Road King Classic rested lovingly along the rear wall. Corso was betting it was Denny Ryder’s.
...Ryder wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb and forefinger and then flicked a glance over at Robert Downs, who was holding his father’s uniform shirt up in front of his face, studying the fabric as if it were the Turin Shroud.
“Nice quiet fella. Did his job. Kept his mouth shut.”
“Where’d he work before?” Corso asked.
Ryder’s eyes took on a furtive cast.
“Before what?”
“Before fifteen months ago.”
“Musta been somewhere else in the district.”MoreLess
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