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That
was more than he’d had since Saralyn’s body had been found. At this point, Tate
agreed with Reva that there was no need to disclose the drugs found during the
autopsy to Saralyn’s parents. Not until he knew more about how they got into
her system. The Parker family had been through enough losing their youngest
child without finding out that she was a pot smoker and possibly more.  
    Instead
of turning his SUV west toward town and his office, Tate turned east toward
White River. Might as well go on over and find out if Danny Parker can give
me more details on this Troy guy, then do a little digging to see what Marshall
Olen was up to the night that Saralyn was murdered. Tate called dispatch
with instructions to forward all his calls to his cell.
    On
the drive to White River, he thought about Reva’s comments on Marshall Olen. Punching
Martin’s number in his cell he waited for him to answer.
                “Crawley
here. That you Tate?” 
    “Yeah,
Martin, it’s me. Wondering if you can do me a favor and see if you can find out
what Marshall Olen was up to the night Parker was murdered.” 
    “I
got that. You thinking Marshall had something to do with this mess?” 
    Clearing
his throat Tate replied, “Don’t know, but when I talked to Reva she seemed to
think that he brags a lot about what he’s going to do with that knife of his. I’ve
only seen Marshall once since I returned to Pine Ridge and that was when I ran
back up for you out at the I-31 Tavern and by the time I got there the fight
was all but over. You remember that night?”
    “Sure
do. Never could prove who started the fight or that Marshall was the one who cut
Jack Long’s arm up, even though I suspect he was.” 
    Flipping
his blinker on, Tate grimaced. “Yeah that’s what I thought, too. He’s a big SOB,
and on top of that he’s a mean drunk and a bully. When you were questioning
folks, I watched him sitting at the bar. He followed you in the mirror the
whole time. I remember thinking that he acted suspicious, but when no one in
the tavern wanted to tell you what happened I figured it would have been a
waste of time to pull him in with no witnesses to support a case.”
    “You’re
right about that. No need to waste the taxpayer’s money on a bar room fight if
you don’t have a credible witness. I’ll check up on Marshall’s whereabouts the
night of the murder and let you know what I find out.”
    “Sounds
good, stop by my place on your way home tonight and I’ll have you a cold beer
ready. I’m headed over to White River to follow up on a lead there and expect
to be home about six.”
    Twenty
minutes later, Tate pulled into the parking lot of the White River Feed and
Supply. Tate stepped out of the SUV just as Danny Parker walked out on the
loading dock with a sack of feed resting on one shoulder. Leaning against the
front of the vehicle, Tate waited while Danny dropped the bag into the bed of
an old truck and waved at the man driving it. As the truck pulled away from the
dock, Tate walked to where Danny stood.
    “You
got a minute Danny?”
    Jumping
from the dock Danny extended a hand to Tate. “Haven’t seen you in a while, Tate.
I heard you was the new police chief in Pine Ridge, but I don’t get over there
much. What can I do for you?”
    “I’ve
got a couple questions for you about Saralyn. I know that she was at a party at
your place a few weeks ago and that she hung out with a guy named Troy. I need
his last name and where I can find him.”
    Whistling
through his teeth Danny didn’t hesitate, “Donaldson, Troy Donaldson. You
thinking he had something to do with Saralyn’s murder?”
    Tate
leaned against the dock, “I’m not saying that, Danny. I just have a few
questions for him. You have any idea where I might find him?”
    “He
lives in the duplexes over on Center Street. He’s in the second unit on the
right, middle door. He travels a lot for work and I don’t know if he’s in town
right