Divine Justice (23 page)

“His brother?”

“Howard Tyree. He’s the warden up at Blue Spruce Prison.”

“He never mentioned that.”

“Well, I’m not sure the two get along all that well. So my suggestion of him calling in his brother to help was a poor attempt at a joke. Tyree’s on his own.”

A few minutes later Stone left the
Divine Eagle
office and headed to see the sheriff.

He found him in the jail building going over some papers.

When he told Tyree what had happened to him in the mineshaft, the lawman nearly came out of his chair. As Stone continued explaining, Tyree started to nod.

When Stone finished he said, “The hospital confirmed that Willie had oxycodone in his system. Willie
was
allergic to it. He never would’ve voluntarily taken it. Plus it’s pretty expensive without a prescription.”

“So somebody did try to kill him,” Stone said.

“Looks that way. And a smart way to do it, actually. Prescription drug abuse is rampant around here. I spend a lot of my time with that crap. Black stain on what is otherwise a nice place to live. But you can’t lock everybody up who’s addicted. Hell, there wouldn’t be any miners left to work. You try to rehab them, get their methadone pop every day, but it’s not enough. Every cop up and down the Appalachian mining country knows we’re fighting a losing battle. But we don’t have enough resources. We’re overwhelmed.”

“This area is pretty remote. Where do they get all the drugs? It’s not like there’s a pharmacy on every corner.”

“They can get it from any number of sources. Sham pharmacies on the Internet, pipeline from the Mex border. Many a miner has sucked away his life savings and his marriage over that crap. Old saying up here is, ‘Methamphetamines keep you awake and oxy keeps you high.’”

“Sheriff, I believe there’s a connection between Danny, Willie and Debby Randolph’s death.” Stone went on to tell him about Willie proposing and then him talking to Debby the night before she was found.

“I didn’t know about the engagement, but I knew Willie was convinced she hadn’t killed herself. He was all over me about that. But all the evidence pointed to suicide.”

“Who performed the autopsy?”

“Doc Warner. He’s not a full-time pathologist, but he’s a qualified medical examiner. And it seemed straightforward. She put a shotgun in her mouth and pulled the trigger.”

Tyree didn’t look at Stone when he said this last part. Stone noticed this and said, “I’m not telling you how to do your job, but it’s rare for a woman to kill herself with a gun. And with so many drugs around here, you’d think she would’ve just popped some pills and gone quietly.”

“I know. That’s been bugging me too.”

Stone began cautiously, “I saw Danny lying on top of Debby’s grave that night.”

Tyree looked surprised. “Where were you?”

“Behind the stone wall. I heard something and came to see what. I was going to go to Danny when I saw you walk up.”

Tyree looked uncomfortable. “Craziest thing I ever saw. I didn’t understand what he was even doing there. I just put it down to Danny being Danny.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Meaning unpredictable.”

“Abby made him leave town.”

Tyree sat back in his chair and scowled at Stone. “She never bothered telling me that,” he said in a hurt tone. “And she told you?”

“She was afraid for him, I guess. And from what happened to him once he got back, it seems she was right. And maybe she was afraid to tell you.”

“Why?”

“You’re the law. Maybe Danny was mixed up in something not quite legal.”

Tyree’s anger faded away. “I guess I can understand that. By the way, that description you gave me of the men, I’m sending it around to the state police and to sheriff’s offices in other towns. But they didn’t ring a bell with me and I know just about everybody around here.”

“Well, it was dark and things were happening pretty fast. I didn’t get that good of a look at them so my description wasn’t all that great. But I caught Shirley Coombs snooping around Willie’s trailer right before Danny was attacked. I think she was looking for something.”

“Like what?”

Stone told him about the Tylenol bottle. “And Josh Coombs was shot by his friend, Rory Peterson. Quite a coincidence.”

Tyree nodded dumbly.

“Those are a lot of pieces dangling out there,” noted Stone.

“But how do you tie it all together? That’s the thing.”

Stone stood up. “I’m heading over to the hospital to see Danny and Willie.”

“Well, you tell Danny he needs to start telling me the truth. He’s the way we get to the bottom of all this. I’m convinced of that. And once his story comes out, those boys won’t go after him again.”

“I’ll tell him.”

As he was walking out, Stone noticed a long-barreled shotgun resting on a table with a tag on it.

“What’s that?”

“The shotgun Debby was killed with.”

“Do you mind?”

“Go ahead.”

Stone picked up the gun, first holding it by the stock and then by the muzzle. When he laid it back down his face was puzzled.

“What?” asked Tyree curiously.

“Not sure. I’ll let you know.”

Actually Stone was sure. He was six-two with exceptionally long arms. He had gauged that with the muzzle perched in his mouth he could have managed to pull the trigger. Barely. He thought back to the photo of Debby that Willie had shown him. There was no way the petite Debby could have done it.

Someone
had
killed her.

Stone walked outside. That’s when he noticed the sign on the one-story building across the street.

Peterson’s Accounting Service.

He crossed the street and peered in one of the windows. He saw a desk, file cabinets and shelves and a dead corn plant. Other than that the place looked to have been cleared out. There wasn’t a computer, printer or fax machine in sight. He noticed some people passing by on the street who were staring at him. He smiled at them and ambled off. Crossing back to the other side of the street, he pretended to be window-shopping. He passed by the bakery and decided to go inside when he saw Bob Coombs standing at the counter.

“Hey, Bob, how’s Willie doing?”

Bob smiled and said, “Docs say he’ll be coming home real soon.”

“I’m going over to see him today. I’ve been using his truck. Hope it’s okay.”

“After what you did, you can use anything of his you want.”

Bob bought a cup of coffee and some donuts while Stone admired the half-finished mural of a country meadow scene on the wall behind the cash register. Bob offered to buy Stone a coffee but he declined.

The two men walked outside where Stone said, “I ran into your daughter-in-law the other night. She told me that the whole town blames her for something. Any idea what?”

Bob’s features turned dark as he bit into his donut. “It was because of Josh’s death. He wasn’t even supposed to be hunting that damn day. Shirley had been nagging him about not killing any deer that season. Now, Josh was a good hunter, but the truth was Shirley didn’t give a crap about eating venison. Couldn’t cook it worth nothing, all gamey. It was just her way of cutting Josh down. Well, she wouldn’t stop nagging and Josh finally headed out that morning by himself. He was real upset.”

“How’d you learn all that?”

“Josh called me when he was driving over to the woods and told me what had happened. Hour later my boy was dead.”

As the two men parted company, Stone glanced over at the courthouse. There was a white Cadillac parked in front with the license plate HCDJ. Then Stone froze when he saw her.

Why was Shirley Coombs going into the courthouse?

CHAPTER 44

A
FTER A LONG DRIVE
Annabelle and Caleb had arrived in the town where Stone had gotten off with Danny. Annabelle had done a quick recon of the small downtown area and then settled herself at the counter of the venerable One T. A few other butts were parked next to hers, all of them male. She got more than one look from some of the younger men at the counter. She shot back a smile here, a nod there to keep the interest stoked in case it came in handy later.

“Where you coming from?” the waitress asked her as she poured coffee into Annabelle’s mug.

“Winchester, Virginia.” To Annabelle, mentioning that area was good enough to give her a bit of rural cred.

“Got a cousin lives up that way. Horse farm.”

“It’s pretty country,” Annabelle agreed, sipping her coffee and ordering off the menu. “Kind of reminds me of around here, only a little flatter.”

The man next to her chuckled. He was big and broad and wore a checkered shirt, jean jacket with Dale Earnhardt Sr.’s image on it and boots with all the shine worn off. “Just about anything’s flatter than ’round here.”

“You been out to see the Rockies?” Annabelle said.

“No, ma’am, can’t say I have.”

“They’re a lot bigger than these mountains, but not nearly as pretty. Just chunky and brown with a top hat of snow. Not many trees. These mountains are green.”

“You just passing through or looking to mark yourself out a piece of green?” said the waitress, coming back to them after placing Annabelle’s order.

“Neither, really. I’m looking for somebody. Maybe you’ve seen him?”

The waitress and Annabelle’s stool mate glanced at each other.

“Who might that be?” said the man warily.

“Son of a bitch ex-husband who skipped town owing a year’s worth of child support for our two kids.”

“Prick,” said the man. “What’s he look like?”

Annabelle gave them a description of Knox.

“Sounds like the feller who was in here asking questions right before I finished my shift,” said the waitress as she made doodles on her order form. “He was a fed. Least he said he was. Asking questions. Didn’t like that.”

Annabelle said, “He
is
a fed. And I know Uncle Sam’s paying him enough to keep his kids clothed, with food on the table. Got a tip he was working on something up this way. That’s why I’m here. Tired of the man coming and going when he pleases. You think he gives a crap I can’t even afford proper meds for our son? He’s got really bad asthma. Almost died once.”

“Prick,” the jean jacket man said again as he pushed a forkful of biscuits and gravy in his mouth, and chewed with a force to match his choice of words.

“If you see him, don’t say anything,” Annabelle warned. “He’s armed and prepared to use it. Don’t get him pissed. Believe me, I’ve been on the receiving end of that.”

“Are you telling me the asshole struck you?” the jean man asked as he swallowed his mouthful and partially lifted his wide butt from his narrow seat.

Annabelle said, “Just be real careful around him, you hear me?” Every time she spoke her voice picked up more of a drawl, as though she was absorbing their twang whenever they opened their mouths. She edged him back on his stool with her hand.

“So what’s your plan?” said the waitress, obviously taking an avid interest in this little drama.

“I’m going to find his ass.” Annabelle handed her a slip of paper. “You see him, call me on this number please.”

The waitress nodded. “My old man did that crap to me too. Took me eight years but I got my money.”

“Hope I’m as lucky. Any place to stay around here?”

“Don’t go to Skip’s Motel down the street,” said the waitress, a smile playing across her lips.

“Why not?”

“’Cause that’s where he’s staying, honey. Or at least he asked for a place to crash and I told him about that one. Try Lucy’s at the other end of town. She’s got a couple nice rooms for let.”

“Thank you. Skip’s, huh?”

“You got it, sweetie.”

The waitress grabbed Annabelle’s plate off the pass-through counter and put it down in front of her. “So what’s your plan to nail the scumball, honey?”

“I brought someone with me,” Annabelle said. “He works for the government too and he specializes in bagging other feds who pull crap like this.”

“Shit,” said jean jacket man. “They got a department for that too? No wonder our taxes are so damn high.”

“Hush up, Herky,” said the waitress. “Can’t you tell this young lady’s distressed?”

“Sorry, ma’am,” said Herky, his gaze downcast as he stuffed a whole sausage patty in his mouth.

“So you gonna nail the little weasel good?” said the waitress eagerly.

“Something like that. Just give me a call if you see him and meantime I’ll check out Skip’s too. Thanks for the tip.”

Annabelle finished eating and ordered some takeout for Caleb.

She walked out of the diner, looking cautiously around for Knox. She made it back to the van and told Caleb what had happened.

“Apparently he’s staying at this Skip’s Motel. We can ease down there and see if we pick up his trail. If not, I’ve got friends in high places here now.”

Caleb looked at the platter of food. “It’s all fried,” he said in dismay.

“I’m sorry, Caleb, that’s all they had.”

“Not even any yogurt? Or fruit? Do you have any idea what my LDL cholesterol count is? And my triglycerides are off the charts. I could literally drop dead at any moment, Annabelle.”

“It’s a
diner,
Caleb. There’re enormous men in there eating entire sides of beef without a fruit cup in sight, okay? Besides, what happened to the new, old Caleb? The dangerous come-at-me-with-both-guns-blazing Caleb?”

Caleb stared darkly at her. “Oh, what the hell. We’re probably going to end up dead anyway.” He made a face and then crunched down on a thick slice of sugar-cured bacon.

CHAPTER 45

T
HERE WAS NO ONE
in the front office of the courthouse when Stone walked in. He waited a moment and then eyed the stacks of boxes against one wall. He slipped over to them, pulled one off the top, and looked inside it. It was filled with legal documents. This must be one of the shipments of mining recertification documents Judge Mosley had told him about. He picked up what looked to be a shipping manifest. Eighty large boxes. Stone looked at the cardboard towers and wondered how Mosley had any sanity left after going through that mind-numbing mountain of legalese.

He heard someone coming, dropped the manifest on top of one of the boxes and hurried back to the front of the large desk in the middle of the room. A moment later Shirley Coombs walked through an interior door, her gaze on a mess of papers in her hand. She looked up and gave a little cry when she saw Stone standing there.