Chapter Fifteen: The Word on the Street
Jerry was gone for many hours. It was midmorning when he left, and the street light was on out front before he got back. I did the crossword puzzle in the leftover Sunday paper. I scrupulously avoided reading the news, not wanting to see anything about me and/or Anne. Evidently, Jerry or Anne are big fans of “Detective Novels,” there were dozens on the bookshelf. I read a large portion of one, just to pass the time. For the life of me I can’t recall any of the details.
Jerry strode up the steps and flung open the door, gun in hand. “You got some ‘splaining to do.”
He sat down at the kitchen table, laid the gun on the table—sorta pointing in my direction—and generally appeared to be in a foul mood. “The police traced that gun that you purchased to another crime. The ballistics tests indicate that gun was used to murder somebody else years ago.” Continue reading