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ОглавлениеTHE MISSING EXTRA KEY bothered Jack. But what bothered him more was the way Oliver had looked to Tempest.
Jack glanced at her now. She said nothing, but from the set of her jaw, Jack guessed she wasn’t happy about something.
‘‘Excuse me, Sheriff,’’ Deputy Reed said from the living room doorway. ‘‘The coroner is in the lobby.’’
‘‘Bring him up,’’ Jack said, reaching over to turn off the tape recorder.
Mitzy shoved herself up off the couch and headed for the bar, breezing past Oliver without looking at him.
Jack rose, tucking the recorder into his jacket pocket again. ‘‘I assume neither of you is planning to leave town?’’
He caught a look pass between Mitzy and Oliver.
‘‘We’re not going anywhere, Sheriff,’’ Oliver said impatiently.
Jack turned his attention to Tempest, anxious to talk to her alone. She was already on her feet, no doubt eager as anyone to get away from this pair. ‘‘If you have a few minutes....’’ He motioned toward the foyer.
She nodded and followed him out to where the coroner was just getting off the elevator.
‘‘Damn,’’ Lou Ramsey said, scowling down at the body, then at Jack. ‘‘You bring this kind of stuff with you from the big city?’’
It did feel as if he’d brought something back with him, more old baggage than even he’d realized. ‘‘I can’t believe you’re still alive—let alone still the coroner,’’ Jack said to the cantankerous old veterinarian/councilman/ coroner.
White-headed, stooped-shouldered and more temperamental than a de-hibernated grizzly in spring, Ramsey guffawed, then put down his bag. ‘‘I’m really looking forward to working with you,’’ he said. ‘‘Yeah, right.’’
Ramsey asked Dobson if he’d shot the scene as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves from his bag. Dobson nodded. Jack sent Deputy Reed to keep the Sanderses company and make sure they remained in the living room until they could have their foyer back.
