chapter fourteen: Conner, Mrs. Hazelton's grandson, confesses to accidentally murdering Reverend Paulson.
Is the Reverend Dead?
Chapter Fifteen
“Arthur!” Honestly, sometimes that man. He just doesn’t listen. I storm up to the TV and turn it off. Finally, he looks at me. “We have to go to the police station.”
“Okay, say ‘hi’ to Officer Boyd for me.”
“No, Arthur, you’re not hearing me. We have to go. You have to come with us.”
“I’m sure you can handle it.”
“Arthur, our grandson killed the Reverend!”
“What? Who killed….?”
“We don’t have time. I’ll explain in the car.”
Arthur hoists himself out of his easy chair and goes off to search for the car keys.
As quickly as my old lady legs can carry me, I make my way from the living room to the spare room. No voices leak into the hall. I knock; there’s no answer. I push the door open. The room is empty—no Conner, no Paisley. The window is open. They must have—. “Arthur! They’re gone.”
“They couldn’t have gotten far on foot.”
I glance at the alarm clock by the bed. “The ferry. If Conner catches it, he’ll be a fugitive. When they catch him they’ll throw him in jail. His future will be making license plates.”
“Well, we’ll just have to find him before he gets to the ferry.” Arthur jiggles the car keys.
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