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otherwise Stone Age police force of Spencerville.
    "Everything okay, Mrs. Baxter?"
    "Yes. I'd like to speak to my husband."
    "Well... he's out making the rounds."
    "Then I'll call him on the car phone. Thank you."
    "Well, hold on, let's see, he might be... I had some trouble raising him before. The storm, you know? I'll try to get him on the radio and tell him to call you. Anything we can do?"
    "No, you've done enough." She hung up and dialed his car phone. After four rings, a recorded voice said the call could not be completed. She hung up and went into the basement. Part of the basement was the laundry room, another part was Cliff's den, carpeted, and finished in pine paneling. On his escorted house tours, he liked to point to the laundry room and say, "Her office," then to his den and say, "My office."
    She went into his office and turned on the lights. A dozen mounted animal heads stared down at her from the walls, glassy-eyed, with the trace of a smile around their mouths, as though they were happy to have been killed by Cliff Baxter. The taxidermist, or her husband, had a sick sense of humor; probably both of them did.
    The police radio crackled on a countertop, and she heard a patrol car talking clearly to headquarters with not much storm static. She didn't hear Sergeant Blake inquiring about Chief Baxter.
    She contemplated the wall-mounted gun rack. A braided metal cord ran through the trigger guards of the dozen rifles and shotguns, through an angle iron, and ended in a loop secured by a heavy padlock. Annie went into the workshop, took a hacksaw, and returned to the gun rack. She pulled the metal cord taut and began sawing. The braided wire began to fray, then the cord separated, and she pulled it loose from the trigger guards. She chose a 12-gauge double-barreled Browning, found the boxes of shotgun shells in a drawer, and slid a heavy-load, steel-shot shell into each of the two chambers.
    Annie shouldered the shotgun and went up the stairs into the kitchen. She put the shotgun on the kitchen table and poured herself another glass of iced tea.
    The wall phone rang, and she answered it. "Hello."
    "Hello, baby doll. You lookin' for me?"
    "Yes."
    "So, what's cookin', good-lookin?"
    She could tell by the static that he was calling from his car phone. She replied, "I couldn't sleep."
    "Well, hell, time to rise and shine anyway. What's for breakfast?"
    "I thought you'd stop at Park 'n' Eat for breakfast." She added, "Their eggs, bacon, potatoes, and coffee are better than mine."
    "Where'd you get that idea?"
    "From you and your mother."
    He laughed. "Hey, I'm about five minutes away. Put on the coffee."
    "Where were you tonight?"
    There was a half-second pause, then he replied, "I don't ever want to hear that kind of question from you or nobody." He hung up.
    She sat at the kitchen table and laid the shotgun in her lap. She sipped her iced tea and waited.
    The minutes dragged by. She said aloud, "So, Mrs. Baxter, you thought it was an intruder?" She replied, "Yes, that's right."
    "But there was no forced entry, ma'am, and you knew the chief was on his way home. You had to have cut the cord, ma'am, long before you heard a noise at the door, so it kinda looks premeditated. Like you was layin' in wait for him."
    "Nonsense. I loved my husband. Who didn't love him?"
    "Well, ain't nobody I know who did love him. Least of all you."
    Annie smiled grimly. "That's right. I waited for him and blew his fat ass into the next county. So what?"
    Annie thought about Keith Landry, about the possibility of him being dead, laid out at Gibbs Funeral Home. "Excuse me, Mrs. Baxter, that's Parlor B, a Mr. Landry. Mr. Baxter is in Parlor A, ma'am."
    But what if Keith wasn't dead? Did that make a difference? Maybe she should wait to hear for sure. And how about Tom and Wendy? This was their father. She vacillated and considered putting the shotgun back in the basement, and would have, except he'd see the cut cord and know why.
    The police car