“"Our friend Jubal Breedlove checked out of the clinic in Raton and is nowhere to be found," he said. "Did he hook up with Scruggs?" I asked. "It's my feeling he probably did." The line was silent. "Why do you feel that, Mr. Nash?" I asked. "His car's at his house. His clothes seem undisturbed. He didn't make a withdrawal from his bank account. What does that suggest to you, Mr. Robicheaux?" "Breedlove's under a pile of rock?" "Didn't Vikings put a dog at the foot of a dead warrior?" he asked. "...Excuse me?" "I was thinking about the family he murdered in the campground. The father put up a terrific fight to protect his daughter. I hope Breedlove's under a pile of rock by that campground." AFTER WORK I HAD to go after a boat a drunk smashed into a stump and left with a wrenched propeller on a sandbar. I tilted the engine's housing into the stern of the boat and was about to slide the hull back into the water when I saw why the drunk had waded through the shallows to dry land and walked back to his car: the aluminum bottom had a gash in it like a twisted smile.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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