I Saw Mommy Killing Santa Claus (Book 3) (A Harley and Davidson Mystery)
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“In all seriousness,” Coil said. “Y’all do need to keep an eye out for rattlers. They’re not as feisty now as they will be once the weather warms up, but they might still get ya.”
“Geez, if I’d known this I wouldn’t have agreed to come,” Agatha said. “I do not like snakes.”
“Girl, didn’t you grow up out here in Bell County? You know good and well about these Texas rattlers.”
“That’s why I went to school in Fort Worth. They don’t have any snakes. Except in the dormitories, if you know what I mean.” She tried to joke away her desire to run panicking from the scene.
Agatha brushed away at the grime she’d picked up on her clothes. It wasn’t that she was adverse to getting a little dirty, but this area was unlike any place she’d ever seen. She shivered once they descended into the moist, boggy pit.
Even the sun’s earliest light avoided the very bottom of the recessed land. Had it not been for the gashes against dirt made from a young boy’s knobby motorcycle tires, the only evidence of human visitation would’ve been the haunting hallow bones of what was once somebody’s body.
“You want to snap a few pics before we move anything?” Hank asked her.
Agatha couldn’t break her gaze from the bones and the glimpse of gold. She was anxious to discover what was beneath the bones, but they were going to work this by the book. That meant a meticulous documentation of the crime scene. So she put on her brakes, and lifted her camera to began dissecting the scene in framed photos.
“What do you think happened?” Coil asked Hank.
“He was shot from up top while he was in the process of hiding that gold. Whoever shot him didn’t realize what he was doing. Then Beau fell backward and his body covered whatever it was he was up to.”
“Beau?” Agatha asked.
“Yeah, it’s right there on his vest.”
“Good eye, Hank. That’s why I have you two officially assigned to the case.”
“Officially assigned?” Agatha asked.
“Is that a problem? It’s decades old, and you guys are perfect for this. I thought you had one more book to write on your contract. It’s a cold case we didn’t know we had. And it’s all yours.”
“I’m not sure I like the idea of being officially assigned,” she said.
“Why not?” Hank asked.
“Because I can’t pay you for consulting services if we’re working together in an official, yet voluntary capacity.”
“Oh, yeah,” Hank said. “That is a bad thing.”
“No kidding,” she said, eyes gleaming with good humor. “It also means you’re not working for me, so I don’t get to boss you around like the hired hand you are.”
“I think she set you up, old man,” Coil said.
“Old man? You see this body?” Hank reared up and flexed his biceps. “I’m back in top shape, buddy.”
“Well, I was going to comment on your getting back in shape until I saw you huffing and puffing down that ravine,” Coil said.
“I’m not a fan of cardio, but it doesn’t take a Gene Simmons to solve this case.”
“Gene Simmons?” Agatha asked, confused.
“Yeah, the little exercise dude.”
“Oh,” Coil said, laughing. “You mean Richard Simmons.”
“Whoever it is, this case will be solved in no time.”
“What’s your rush?” Agatha asked.
“The weather is getting decent and I’ve not had any saddle time on my new Harley Davidson that Santa brought for Christmas.”
“Oh right, the motorcycle.” Agatha rolled her eyes.
“Y’all are like an old married couple,” Coil said.
“So how do you know that’s what happened to Beau?” Agatha asked, changing the subject.
Hank looked around carefully before grabbing a willowy stick from the ground. He pointed it toward the skeleton’s skull before poking it’s craggy edge into a small hole.
“Trajectory. You can see based on the small caliber bullet hole in his head, that a shot came from above and traveled in a downward path. He didn’t crumble or twist when shot. He fell straight back. That’s why his skeleton is in basic alignment. I’d guess animals tore at him a bit, but this vegetation is so gnarled I doubt any big animal would’ve gotten to him. Maybe rats.”
“Makes perfect sense,” Coil said. “Keep going.”
Hank took a drink from his bottle of water and tugged at a rag in his pocket to wipe his brow. Agatha watched the way he processed things. Hank could just bulldoze his way through a theory, but he was careful. Always careful.
“Someone had to have followed him out here,” he said. “No way they just walked up on him. My guess? It was a female?”
“That’s kinda sexist, isn’t it?” Agatha asked.
“When did you become a feminist?” Coil asked.
Agatha snorted at Coil, “I’m just curious how he knew.”
“If a guy was following him to steal the gold, why would he have left the gold? Also, a guy would’ve climbed down here to bury Beau, or at least cover him up. But if his woman thought he was meeting a lover in the woods, it’d be natural for her to follow him.”
“With a gun?” Agatha asked.
“He was shot with a small caliber, like a twenty-two. It wouldn’t be uncommon for a woman to grab a small rifle before wandering off into these woods.”
“Maybe it wasn’t his wife,” Coil suggested. “He’s got no ring.”
“We might find a ring once we excavate the body. But if he was an outlaw, it’s not always common to wear a wedding ring. And that’s not being sexist, it’s being real.”
“You got a team coming out to do the excavation?” she asked Coil.
Coil unzipped the black bag and an assortment of tools fell loose.
“Honey, you’re looking at it.”
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