Read Bob Moats - Jim Richards 01-03- 3 for Murder Box Set for Free Online

website in my computer. It finished downloading, and I did a search on the next smiling cheerleader, Marge Holden. I had pretty good luck finding four out of six girls and had their websites stored away for later perusing. It was now just about 11:30, and I was wearing down.
     
    I checked my email one last time, and then I stretched out on my bed after closing down the computers.
     
    My Treo rang, waking me from a sound sleep, and I saw it was a private number again. It was 4 A.M., and Trapper was probably calling to chew me out about stirring up Stacy.
     
    “Hello.”
     
    “Richards, it’s Trapper.” Here it comes. “Did you know a Marge Holden from school?”
     
    She was the second girl I found on the web. “Yeah, she now lives in Warren, owns a kennel.”
     
    “How’d you know?”
     
    “Long story that I was going to tell you about tomorrow or I should say today. What about her?”
     
    “The Warren police just called me. She’s dead. Murdered while they were protecting her.”
     
    Trapper wanted me to come in that morning so we could get our facts straight. I hung up and again tried to sleep. The killer wasn’t wasting time, and half the class of the 1967 cheerleading team was dead.
     
    Around 6 A.M. my mother knocked on my door, stirring me out of a great dream where I was giving a massage to Pamela Anderson in Las Vegas. I called out, asking what she wanted.
     
    “There’s a strange car in the drive with a man sitting in it. He looks asleep.”
     
    I shot out of bed, threw on a robe and went to the living room window overlooking the driveway. I saw it but didn’t believe it. Buck was parked in the drive, and he did look sound asleep or dead. I told Mom not to worry, I’d explain and went back to get dressed.
     
    I banged on the car window, and Buck came to life bringing his .38 up with his hand. I yelled his name, and he focused on me. The window slowly rolled down.
     
    “Hey, Jimmy. You still alive?”
     
    “I guess if you hadn’t been sitting here guarding my castle I probably would be dead by now. Thanks,” I said with a smirk.
     
    “Well, it was bothering me, knowing you were threatened, so I stopped by around 1 A.M. and kept an eye out.” He grinned.
     
    “Oh, like the eye you had out when I snuck up on you?”
     
    He just looked sheepish and got out of the car.
     
    “May as well come in while I calm my mother down. Don’t say a word about the murders or my connection to it!” I warned.
     
    We went in, and Mom recognized Buck from the time he helped me move some things out of the garage to take to my storage rental unit.
     
    “Mom, Buck was out celebrating a birthday with a friend close by and was heading home but was feeling a bit woozy, so he parked in the drive to take a nap. Just so he wouldn’t get stopped by the police on the road.”
     
    “Shame on you, Buck, drinking and driving. Well, you were smart to stop before you got into trouble.” She went off to deal with my Dad.
     
    “Why’d you tell her that? I’ve been sober for five years. Now you got me drinking again.” He grinned.
     
    “Come with me. I’ve got more to tell you since last night.”
     
    We went into my room, and I closed the door so Mom wouldn’t hear. I sat and related all the new information since last night. Buck sat upright and let out a low whistle.
     
    I continued, “I have to go over to visit the investigating cop and give him everything I know. Want to go with me?”
     
    “Police don’t like me. I got a history. I’ll take you there, but I’ll just wait in the car, if you don’t mind.”
     
    When we worked together, Buck had told me about his bad boy days, back when he was into heavy drinking and had run-ins with the law. I understood his concern, although he was clean, sober and an upstanding citizen now. Just that old feelings are hard to shake off.
     
    “That works for me. Let’s go.” I told a white lie to Mom that we were going out for breakfast. She insisted