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husky female voice answered.
    â€œCarla, it’s Bo Tully. I need to talk to one of the FBI agents. Her name is Angela Phelps. She’ll be the best looking agent there.”
    â€œThe other agents are men,” Carla said. “And one of them is pretty cute, Bo.”
    â€œWell, I’ll have to check him out. But right now I need Agent Phelps.”
    While he waited for Agent Phelps, Tully swiveled around in his chair so he could look out the window at Lake Blight, but he couldn’t actually see the lake because his window had been painted over. One of his local criminals had tried to shoot him from a boat bobbing about on the lake, an impossible shot, but he had missed Tully and Daisy by only about half an inch. The close-call had resulted in his unfortunate affair with Daisy.
    Carla came back on. “Bo, Agent Phelps said she’ll call you in a few minutes.”
    Tully thanked her and dialed the head janitor for the courthouse.
    â€œAbe, get somebody up here to scrape the paint off my window. I’ve decided I prefer a view of the lake to the relative safety the paint provides.”
    â€œOkay, Sheriff, but we ain’t painting it again.”
    â€œTell me one more time, Abe, which of our corrupt county commissioners got you your job?”
    â€œHarry Pulver. But he ain’t as corrupt as Commissioner Phipps.”
    Tully smiled. “I guess you’re right about that. I get confused over our commissioners’ varying degrees of corruption. Which one had that county dirt road paved all the way out to his ranch in the mountains?”
    â€œThat’s was Bob Lust. But he retired after he got the road paved.”
    â€œRight. I forgot. I guess the level of corruption must have taken a drop after Lust left.”
    â€œClyde White replaced Lust.”
    â€œAhh! That’s why I didn’t notice a decline. Anyway, Abe, I’d appreciate your getting the paint off the window sometime today.”
    â€œYou got it, Bo.”
    Tully hung up, drummed his fingers on his desk and thought about calling Etta Gorsich. Being a psychic, Etta was probably already aware he was busy solving a bank robbery.
    Somebody knocked on his door. Lurch stuck his head in. “You busy, boss?”
    â€œYeah, but come in anyway.”
    His phone rang. “Sheriff Bo Tully.”
    He motioned for the Unit to take a chair.
    â€œSheriff Bo Tully, this is FBI Agent Angela Phelps. I understand you had a call in for me.”
    â€œAngie! Great to hear you’ve been promoted!”
    â€œHey, it’s still Blight City, Bo.”
    â€œTrue. But you weren’t a SAC your last visit.”
    â€œYeah, I made sure the FBI got most of the credit for solving the huckleberry murders. So what do you think about our bank robbery?”
    Lurch handed him a slip of paper. Tully perused it: Vergil Thomas Stone, 27, 1204 W. Hemlock St., Blight City. Tully groaned. “Oh, I hate this job!” He looked up at Lurch and put his hand over the phone’s mouthpiece. “I don’t suppose you would go tell the widow Stone her husband is a suspect in a bank robbery, and, incidentally, was murdered today.”
    â€œWay over my pay grade, boss.”
    Tully turned back to the phone. “Angie, I’ve got a couple of things I need to take care of.” He told her about the fingerprint on the tape and that Lurch had found a match. “I’ll go out to visit the owner of the print first thing in the morning. This guy may be involved in the bank robbery someway. You want to come along and study my interrogation technique?”
    â€œAre you kidding me, Bo? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
    â€œGreat! I’ll I pick you up at your hotel at eight.”
    Tully shoved himself up from his chair and walked over to Daisy’s desk. “I’m gone for the day, babe. Maybe for good.”
    â€œWhy so glum, Bo?”
    â€œI have to tell Mrs. Vergil Stone her