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said. “If he
thought . . .”
    “ Even he said he was
grasping at straws,” Detective Markleman said.
    Seth nodded.
    “ It wouldn’t be as weird
except that three other people were killed in the county last
summer,” Detective Bodie said.
    “ Same M.O. ?” Seth
asked.
    “ No,” Detective Markleman
said. “Different weapons, different situations; almost every single
detail about these crimes is different.”
    “ Were they shot with the
same precision?” Seth asked.
    “ No,” Detective Bodie said.
“The shooter in the representative’s killing was clearly skilled.
But the rest? Most looked like accidents.”
    “ Or suicides,” Detective
Markleman added.
    “ But they were all shot
with hollow points,” Seth said.
    “ One hanging,” Detective
Markleman said. “Ruled a possible suicide with an emphasis
on possible .”
    “ No brass,” Detective Bodie
said.
    “ Did you bring the files
and evidence?” Seth asked.
    “ It’s in the trunk,”
Detective Markleman said.
    Seth nodded. Detective Bodie got up and left
the room.
    “ What do you think,
O’Malley?” Detective Markleman asked.
    “ I’m not sure,” Seth said.
He picked up a black dry-erase marker and wrote on his new white
board:
     
    Hollow point
    No brass
    Reloaded rounds
    Tire weight lead
    No M.O.
    Variety of weapons
     
    He turned to the detective.
    “ Three firearms, one
hanging?” Seth asked.
    “ Yep,” Detective Markleman
said.
    “ Any other suicides? Weird
deaths?”
    “ Slit wrists,” Detective
Markleman said. “Cut her arm clean off. Contentious divorce; a
couple of kids; husband an asshole. You know the drill.”
    Seth put a dash at the end of “Variety of
weapons” and added “Firearms, one knife (suicide).”
    “ What about the rope?”
Detective Markleman asked.
    “ I doubt it was related,”
Seth said. “That doesn’t mean it’s not murder. It’s just that
murder-for-hire usually sticks with a set of services. These are
the characteristics of those murders.”
    Seth pointed to the stack of McGinty’s files
on his desk.
    “ There’s more?” Detective
Markleman asked.
    “ There’s a lot more,”
Detective Bodie said. He came in carrying an evidence box. He
gestured to the hallway, “These guys were just getting out of their
car when I got out there.”

FIVE
    “ Cheyenne?” Seth
asked.
    “ Rapid City Sheriffs, sir,”
a woman’s voice said from the hallway.
    “ There’s more?” Seth
asked.
    “ Detective O’Malley?” A
young man with ragged hair and a stained tie stuck his head in the
room. “We’re here from Wichita. We got your email . . .”
    “ So did we,” a voice came
from the hallway.
    “ Say, you wouldn’t happen
to be Maresol, would you?” a different voice asked from the
hallway. “Our captain told us you were the best cook this side of
the Mississippi. We came a long way. Would it be too much trouble .
. .?”
    Maresol threw up her hands and retreated to
the kitchen.
    The police detectives kept coming.
    Dale had just closed the front door when
detectives from Scottsbluff, Nebraska knocked. A few hours later,
detectives from Provo, Utah and Lubbock, Texas arrived. The
detectives told the same tale of murder and asked for the same
reward – dinner by Maresol.
    After securing everyone’s handguns, Seth
broke out the alcohol they’d bought for the wedding reception. He
recruited Dale to play bartender. When he went to check on Maresol,
she was standing in the middle of the kitchen talking to herself in
Spanish. He slipped out before she noticed him and went to the
chest freezer in the basement. He took out the enchiladas,
taquitos, and tamales originally destined for the reception dinner
and carried them to the kitchen counter.
    “ They won’t like it,”
Maresol said. “It won’t be special enough, famous
enough.”
    “ They’ll love it. This is
great food. Just warm it up and add some cheese. It will be
perfect.”
    “ But . . .”
    “ I am the master in this