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And besides, he found out some very valuable information.”
    “Can I ask what it is?”
    There was a knock on the door.
    “You’re about to find out,” Frank said, then aimed his voice. “Come in.”
    John Matoose, arms full, slipped in the door. “I’m not late am I?” he asked. “Hey, Frank good thing you left that note I wouldn’t have known where to find you guys.”
    After giving a smug look to Hal, Frank showed John where to set up his equipment. It as a matter of just waiting for Robbie—and hopefully Danny—and they could start.
     
    Another call from Danny, stating he was going to be a bit longer, prompted Frank to begin. John was all set up, and they began with that.
    “Why is Uncle Frank running so fast?” Billy’s voice played over the tape.
    Jenny replied, “Why is Uncle Frank running …?”
    Boom.
    Not a man in the room didn’t jolt.
    John stopped the tape.
    Hal ran his hand over his mouth with a heavy breath. “I can’t believe that tape was found.”
    “Neither can I,” said John. “Just today.”
    Elliott pointed, slowly. “Someone came out of the office. Who was it?”
    Frank nodded to John.
    John played the tape, stopped it, rewound, and froze it.
    Hal rose from his seat. “Dean?”
    Frank stood and turned on the lights. “Looks that way.”
    Hal asked, “Where does SUT tracking have him at that time?”
    “I’m waiting for word from Danny. He should be here soon,” Frank said.
    Robbie added. “I got the name from Darrell. He woke to tell me that Dean was there. Didn’t say much more, just that.”
    “I’ve been on Darrell,” John said. “Check this out. There’s nothing physically wrong with him. I haven’t confirmed, but Melissa said Lars found something in his blood. Like he was drugged or being drugged.”
    Robbie continued, “Which makes sense to me. If Dean doesn’t want him to wake up. Dean would be drugging him.”
    Hal shook his head. “Then why wouldn’t Dean just kill him. Surely a man with his medical intelligence could do so easily. Doesn’t make sense.”
    “That’s true,” Robbie said. “Check this out. We all know the explosive used was C-4. It was placed in a thermos mug, and was triggered by a timer. Because we all know the way C-4 works, we all know I was able to gather a lot of the pieces from the explosive device. This afternoon I was able to pull fingerprints from the mug, handle, and buttons on the timer. So we match up the print, we find our killer, because our killer would have set that timer.”
    “How many prints?” Frank asked.
    “Just one set, same set. I’m running matches as soon as I get back.”
    Frank nodded. “And you have a print on the timer?”
    “The most important print,” Robbie said. “Someone else could have handled that mug; no one else was touching that timer.”
    “Excellent.”
    Hal raised his hand slightly. “May I say something? As much as I am not a Dean fan, this doesn’t make sense to me. What is his motive?”
    “It’s weak, but I can establish one,” Robbie said.
    “What is it?” Hal asked.
    Robbie replied. “Both Henry and Richie will testify that Dean left the townhouse angry at Joe. That he was on his way to see Joe, and even said he was killing Joe.”
    Hal shook his head “Still, it doesn’t make sense. I keep going back to the fact that every wrong doing in this community has somehow, at some point, been linked to Dean. He’s been a pawn. He’s been the fall guy. The victim of bad luck. But he’s always been innocent.”
    “But this time,” Frank added. “He could have been the victim of good timing. He may have stopped to see Dad, left, and then boom.”
    “Bullshit,” Robbie snapped. “No. He wasn’t that far away when the explosion happen. Dean gave the fuckin sob story he was sleeping. He said he didn’t know. If he was all that innocent, and that close to the crime, why didn’t he say anything?”
    Elliott whispered in a self-mutter, “That’s because it’s not