Claws For Concern

“Two broken legs and skinned up in various places, including his head,” I said. “My impression was that he would be okay. They didn’t find any signs of internal injuries.”

“Thank goodness. That poor man,” Helen Louise said. “I hope they catch the driver.”

“I do, too.” I helped myself to a can of diet soda from the fridge before I joined Helen Louise at the table. Diesel had evidently gone back to check on the baby after he finished chastising me and being petted.

Frank stepped into the kitchen. “Thanks for looking after Charlie.” He smiled. “My only regret is that you didn’t get to do it a bit longer today.”

Helen Louise and I smiled. “Next weekend,” I said. “Hopefully things will be calmer then.” Seeing Frank start to turn away, I said, “If y’all can stay a few more minutes, there’s something I really need to talk to you about.”

“Sure,” Frank said. “Let me get Laura.” He disappeared into the hallway.

“I need to remind Laura about the milk she brought over. I gave Charlie one bottle a little while ago, but there’s another one in the fridge,” Helen Louise said.

I nodded. Moments later Laura and Frank came into the kitchen. Laura held my sleeping grandson. Diesel kept pace beside her. “What is it you want to talk about, Dad?” Frank pulled out a chair for her, and once she was settled he took the vacant chair across from her. Diesel stretched out on the floor beside Laura’s chair.

“Before I forget it, there’s one bottle of milk left,” Helen Louise said. “I forgot to tell you earlier.”

“Thanks,” Frank said. “I’ll grab it before we leave.”

“Go ahead, Dad,” Laura said. “We’re listening.”

Here goes, I thought. “You all already know that I feel a sense of responsibility for Bill Delaney’s welfare, thanks to his connection to Aunt Dottie, tenuous as it is after all these years.”

They all nodded. Helen Louise’s eyes narrowed as she regarded me intently. I had a feeling she had figured out what I was going to say to them.

“Jack Pemberton wants to investigate the Barber murders to see if he can solve them,” I said. “He wants me to help him, and I called him a few minutes ago and said I would. And here’s one reason why. Someone attempted to kill Bill Delaney today. I don’t believe it was a random thing. I believe that his life could be in danger as long as the Barber case remains unsolved.”

Helen Louise’s expression of shock reminded me belatedly that she hadn’t heard Laura’s version of the hit-and-run. I hastily explained, and the shock faded, to be replaced by calculation. I knew that meant she had her legal mind-set engaged and was assessing the facts. I loved her ability to analyze and draw reasonable conclusions.

“Seems to me there are two plausible motives for the hit-and-run,” Helen Louise said. “The first is revenge. Someone believes Bill Delaney got away with murder and decided to see justice done. The second is fear. The murderer believes Bill Delaney knows something that could incriminate him.”

“Exactly what I’ve been thinking,” I said.

“Sounds reasonable to me,” Frank said.

“Me, too,” Laura said. “But Dad, whoever the killer is, he isn’t going to be happy to find out you and Jack Pemberton are digging into the case. You could both be putting your lives at risk. I don’t like that.”

Diesel sat up and warbled. He came to stand beside me and placed a paw on my leg. The tension level in the room had risen suddenly, and he was worried. I scratched his head. “It’s really okay, boy,” I told him.

“I don’t like it much myself,” I said. “I suppose the police might reopen the case now, or rather the sheriff’s department in Tullahoma. I believe they ran the first investigation. If it were the Athena County Sheriff’s Department, Kanesha would be in charge of it, and I’d be happy not to get any more involved. I have faith in her intelligence and her abilities. I know nothing about her counterpart in Tullahoma.”

“Unless they’ve turned up compelling new evidence,” Frank said, “I doubt they’re going to reopen the case. I don’t think they’ll consider the hit-and-run reason enough. Reopening the case will cost money, and budgets are tight. They might not be able to afford it.”

“You realize what you just said will only encourage him.” Laura’s voice had taken on an acid tone. I had never heard her speak like that to her husband.

“I know that, honey,” Frank said, his tone sharp. “But I don’t think I said anything your father hasn’t probably already figured out for himself.”

Laura sighed. “You’re right. Sorry I got huffy.”

Frank grinned. “You know you can’t stay mad at me.”

Laura rolled her eyes in response.

I glanced at Helen Louise, and I could see immediately that she was not happy with me. “Your turn,” I said.