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reached over and placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about your wife. I should have come back for her funeral.”
    Mike shrugged. “You called.”
    “Yeah, five months later.”
    “Don’t sweat it.”
    “I haven’t been much of a friend, have I?”
    “Good enough.”
    Jack took a deep breath. Mike cleared his throat.
    “I thought I’d run an idea by you,” Mike said. “That’s the reason I came over uninvited.”
    “You never need an invitation.”
    “Don’t happen to have a couple of beers in the house, do you?”
    “As a matter of fact, I do.” Jack hitched his thumb toward the back porch. “Want to come inside, or would you rather sit out here?” He glanced at the rusty metal lawn chairs on the porch.
    “Let’s sit out here and enjoy this weather while it lasts. You know what it’ll be like in another month. Hot as hell and humid as a steam bath.”
    “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”
    Jack returned with the last two beers he had in the refrigerator. Note to self: buy more beer. He handed his old buddy one of the cans, then sat down beside him in the faded green metal chair and popped the tab on his can. They stayed there, sipping the cold brews as they stared out at the large backyard, the pile of junk awaiting the garbage truck and the smoke spiraling up and away from the old trash barrel.
    “So what’s this idea you want to run by me?”
    Mike took another swig from his beer, then held the can between his spread knees. “I sheriff a small, mostly rural county, and our funds are limited.”
    “Is this where you tell me you’ve realized you can’t afford another deputy?”
    “I can afford you, but just barely,” Mike admitted. “I’m aware of the fact that you have some physical limitations, but I can’t see where that would keep you from becoming a good deputy.” Mike paused, obviously weighing his next words carefully. “I thought it might be best if we broke you into the job gradually.”
    “Meaning?” Jack wasn’t sure he liked the sound of this.
    “The sheriff’s department doesn’t actually have anyone working our cold cases, but we’ve got several unsolved murders that family members have asked us to look into again. I thought it could be a good place for you to start.”
    “Working the county’s cold cases?”
    “Yeah. What do you think?”
    “I think you’ve created a job for me, one that sounds a lot like charity.”
    Mike finished off his beer, then crushed the can between his huge hands. “Damn it, man, that’s exactly what I didn’t want you to think. And it isn’t true. I need another deputy. Ernie Poole is retiring in a few months, and I need a man to fill his shoes. In the meantime, I want you to work these unsolved murder cases and get the county commissioners and the good citizens off my back.”
    Okay, there was enough truth to Mike’s words for Jack to accept that he hadn’t been hired as an act of charity by his old high school buddy.
    “How many cold-case murders?” Jack asked.
    “Several.”
    “Several as in three, six, ten…”
    “Two,” Mike said.
    “Two?”
    Mike nodded. “I’ll have the files on both murders on your desk first thing in the morning. Look them over, study them, dig around to see if you can come up with anything that will shed a new light on either of them.”
    “How old are the cases?”
    “One is five years old. George Clayton, an old geezer, nearly eighty. Somebody robbed him and beat him to death. There were several suspects, but no real proof. We figured his nephew did it, but the boy had an airtight alibi.”
    “Does the nephew still live around here?”
    “He’s still in Alabama,” Mike said. “He was convicted of assault and battery and is serving time. He’s in the Limestone Correctional Facility.”
    “What about the other case?”
    “That murder case is eighteen months cold. We investigated, but didn’t come up with even one suspect.” Mike said. “There was another, similar