forty.”
“Forty? Well hell, that’s pushin’ the envelope, but you are a sexy devil, I’ll give you that.”
“Are you flirting with me ma’am?”
“Am I... ? Mama said, and then she laughed. “No son, I’m too old for that nonsense. Hell, if I want a man I just tell him so.”
Gary smiled. “A plainspoken woman, I like that.”
“How do you feel about my daughter?”
“I like her a great deal.”
“In the sack or out of it?”
“Both,” Gary said, without the trace of a blush, although I could feel my cheeks redden.
“Well, you treat her good out of the sack and she’ll treat you good in it; we Steele women know how to treat a man.”
Jenny sidled up against Gary then.
“All us Steele women know how to treat a man right. Hi, I’m Jenny.”
“It’s nice to meet both of you ladies, but why don’t we go inside? I don’t know about Blue, but I could use a drink of water.”
“Or something stronger,” I mumbled.
Just as we reached the top of the stairs, a car came to a sliding halt beside Gary’s truck; it was the sheriff’s car, behind it, followed a patrol car.
Sheriff Matt Walker had been sheriff for as long as I could remember, although he was only in his early fifties. He had taken the job over from his father, Joe Walker, who had died from cancer. Joe Walker had been a legend in these parts, and even had a street in town named after him.
Matt Walker was a tall, thin man with a no-nonsense face and short blond hair, turning gray. After exiting his cruiser, he came over to us, with one of the deputies following behind, while the other one, a boy I grew up with named Billy Joe Tently, looked about the property.
The sheriff tipped his hat at my mother. “Howdy, Maggie,” Next, he spotted me and broke out in a smile. “Well I’ll be, little Blue, how you doin’ there girl?”
I walked over and kissed him on the cheek.
“I’m fine sheriff and it’s good to see you again, but hey, what brings you out here?”
Sheriff Matt ducked his head and sighed.
“I’m sorry to say it’s official business.” He said, and then he stared at Jenny. “Miss Steele, do you know a man by the name of Thomas Hayes?”
Jenny grinned. “Tommy? Yes, he’s my boyfriend.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“Last night, we had dinner in Garland and... then we went back to his place.”
“And what time did you leave?”
Jenny’s eyes looked up, as she thought about it.
“I guess it was around two a.m.”
Mama snorted. “Two a.m.? The boy’s got more stamina than I would have given him credit for.”
Jenny frowned at her.
“We fell asleep while watching a movie mama, sheriff, what’s this about?”
“I’m sorry to tell you this Jenny, but Tommy Hayes is dead.”
Jenny shook her head violently. “What?”
“Yes, he was stabbed through the heart; the coroner places the time of death at around two a.m.”
“Tommy, dead? Wait... you think I killed him?”
“I don’t think anything yet.” Sheriff Matt said.
Billy Joe called over from the side of the barn; he was standing beside Jenny’s car, an old green Chevy Impala.
“We got a bloody knife here on the passenger seat, sheriff.”
“What knife?” Jenny said. “There’s no knife in my car.”
The sheriff’s phone beeped and he checked it. After giving it a perturbed look, he held it up so that we could all look at it. Billy Joe must have taken a photo of the car and sent it to him. The picture showed the inside of Jenny’s car, lying on the passenger seat was a knife that looked like a switchblade; it was covered in blood.
The sheriff called over to his deputy.
“Billy Joe, stay with the car while we head back to town. I’m going to see about getting a warrant. I want everything by the book on this one, and oh yeah, stop sending me stuff on the damn phone. There ain’t nothing wrong with my legs, I could have just walked over there and looked in. Miss Jenny, I need you to come to the station with