Page 86 of Rocky Ride

The interior of the trailer was stripped clean. Nothing left lying around that would give Bobby Prescott or Rob Traynor, orAnthony Moldo away.

“Bobby may have obtained a new ID from J.T. before killing him,” said Annie. “I’m waiting for the cops to call back and confirm.”

Even though there was nothing left, Annie and Mason went through every room in the trailer. Not even a bag of garbage to be found.

“They were thorough,” said Mason.

“Yep. Took every last thing with them.”

“I’m wondering if they had an alternate hideout ready just in case,” said Mason. “That would’ve been smart.”

“Bobby Prescott is very smart,” said Annie. “You could be right. He might’ve had his ass covered in case Turnbull let him down.”

“We’ll check the properties he owns,” said Mason, “and pick him up that way. If he sells or has sold either one of them, there will be a trail of some sort.”

“Absolutely,” said Annie.

Sheriff’s Office. Coyote Creek.

Me and Virge went back to the station to give our reports to Molly on the two interviews. Dad met us as we came in through the sally port.

“Did Barb Joliceur back up Darkers’ alibi?”

“Nope. She said she didn’t know him.”

“Fuck,” said Travis. “I was pretty sure Darkers was telling the truth.”

“Yep,” said Virge. “Me and Harlan are pretty sure the bitch was lying, but we don’t know her reason. Maybe she’s pissed at him.”

“What did the other girl say about Darkers?” asked Travis.

“Said she didn’t know him, but Sandra was probably fooling around with Darkers and even more guys we don’t know about.”

“Aw, shit. Don’t give me any more fuckin suspects.”

“Should we give our reports to Molly?” I asked.

“Later. There’s nothing else for it. We’ve got to bring Darkers in. Get my fuckin coat for me. I don’t know where in hell I left it.”

“Copy that.”

Darkers’ Residence. Sweetgrass. Montana.

Darkers snarled when he saw us on his doorstep. “What the fuck do you want now, Sheriff? You’re starting to get on my fuckin nerves.”

“Not as bad as you are on mine, you shitsack.” Travis gave Darkers a healthy shove backwards and me and Virge moved farther into the trailer, kind of cornering Darkers against the wall.

“Barb Joliceur didn’t give you an alibi, Darkers. She told the boys she didn’t know who you were.”

“That ain’t true,” hollered Darkers. “Can’t be true. You are a fuckin liar. I’ll kill that bitch.”

“Like you killed the other two women?”

Quick as a viper, Virge grabbed Darkers’ right hand and snapped the cuff on.

“I didn’t kill anybody, you goddamned assholes.”

“What’s going on here, Dan?” the short woman came into the front hall to see what all the yelling was about.

---