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Story: The Wolf of My Eye
“Me too,” Iverson said, “but it shows he fully intended to kill him all along. I just texted the petrol station and asked them if they had any sales of bleach that evening and if they had hunter’s concealment. They don’t carry hunter’s concealment, but yes on the bleach.”
Everyone practically held their breaths to hear what Iverson had to say.
“A blond-haired man bought the bleach before he got some petrol. He used a credit card,” Iverson said.
“Yes!” Robert said.
“His name was Jude Springer,” Iverson said.
“Ohmigod, he probably thought no one would connect him to the name Jack Wolfson, the man who had the beef with Gus,” Maisie said.
“We’ve got him then.” Tears spilled down Chelsea’s cheeks.
Iverson gave her a hug.
“We just need to physically catch him now.” Robert hoped their plan to get him to the inn would succeed.
When they got back, they found everyone waiting up for their arrival. Robert could understand that. If the roles had been reversed, he would have been sitting up, waiting to learn what they’d discovered too.
“We need to see the security video and show it to Chelsea.” Iverson walked through the door first.
“That’s exactly what I told Edward and Anne,” William said, “as soon as you all left.”
They had Chelsea review the video after that, and she carefully studied the man in the hoodie. “That’s Jack. That was the wrist he injured, though he hasn’t been wearing a splint for a long time, but I’m sure he knew there would be security videos. If any of them caught him, it would look like he was an injured man, and no one would figure he could have murdered anyone. And that hoodie? He wore it a lot when we went on hikes. The pants with the torn pocket? No wonder he lost his phone in the garden.”
“He had to have been grabbing the paving stone when he dropped it and didn’t realize it,” Maisie said.
“Aye, in too much of a hurry,” Robert said.
“I suspect he removed Gus’s driver’s license and stuck it in the pocket with his phone, intending to get rid of it so if anyone had discovered Gus’s body, they would find his wallet but no ID,” Iverson said. “Since Gus’s wallet didn’tcontain anything else, not even a credit card, Jude must have gotten rid of whatever might have been in it at some other location. But before he disposed of the driver’s license, he’d accidentally lost it in the garden. Now we have confirmation Jack was the one wearing the hoodie also.” Iverson stretched.
“There’s no doubt about it,” Chelsea said.
“Okay, well, let’s get some sleep.” Robert took hold of Maisie’s hand, ready to take her to bed. “Now all we have to do is catch him.”
“And eliminate him.” Chelsea sounded like, if she could, she would take him down herself.
***
Early the next morning, Maisie woke to see Robert smiling at her as she snuggled with him in bed at the inn. She wondered how long he’d been awake. She really didn’t want to get out of bed. She was always ready to get up and go first thing in the morning, but when she had such a hunky wolf to wake up to, she really had a hard time letting go of him.
He kissed the top of her head. “Ready to get up?”
“No. I’m so happy to be here with you like this.”
“I know. Me too.”
Then they heard Anne and Chelsea talking in the kitchen and starting breakfast and a shower running in one of the bathrooms.
Maisie sighed. “It’s time to get up. I’m glad we went to see Gus’s car last night and had Chelsea look at the security video. I had thought of it earlier, but we didn’t know ifshe was in on the murder initially. Though I had no intention of telling her that we had ever suspected she could have been involved in his murder.”
“When we started to set up the boyfriend situation between Chelsea and William, I just didn’t think about it again.” They kissed and got out of bed. “I can’t wait to see if Chelsea or William had any response to their posts.” Robert pulled on some boxer briefs.
“What if Jack’s a sneaky bastard and doesn’t say anything, just comes for William and/or Chelsea?” Maisie slipped her shirt on over her head. “And he’ll be wearing hunter’s concealment too.”
“There’s a chance he’ll just wait for Chelsea to return home and then attack William. But he fought with Gus before he killed him, so there’s a good chance Jack will come out here and take William to task for dating Chelsea.” Robert finished dressing.
Maisie pulled on her shorts. “I agree. I’m going to help the ladies with breakfast so we can get that cleaned up before we start on the guests’ breakfasts.”
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