But he must have read her expression because the teasing glint in his eyes winked out. He shut off the taps and pushed open the glass door. “What?”
“Thomas Wilcox is dead.”
Chapter 34
It appears to have been a murder-suicide,” Kerra said. “His wife shot him, then herself.”
Trapper reached for a towel and began drying off. “Where’d you hear it?”
“Gracie just called.”
“Meaning the media is already on it.”
“I’ve been commandeered to cover the story. Gracie’s sending a news van to pick me up.”
“I guess those federal officers I talked to half an hour ago will wonder how I plan to produce a dead man.” He tossed aside the towel and eased around Kerra to get into the bedroom, where he began collecting his clothes.
“What are you going to do?”
“Get dressed.”
“No, I mean about—”
“When’s the van coming for you?”
She made a dismissive gesture. “In a few minutes.”
“Bathroom’s free. You’d better hurry. I’ll be out of here in a jif.”
“Where are you going?”
“Back to life as I knew it before you knocked on my office door.”
“You can’t just drop this, Trapper.”
He clipped on his holster and tossed a set of keys toward her, which she made no effort to catch. They landed on the floor in front of her. “The keys to the maroon sedan. I’m sure Carson won’t mind you keeping it until you can get your car back from Lodal.”
“What will you do?”
“Call Uber.”
“About Wilcox.”
“What’s to be done about him? I’m not an undertaker, and I doubt he’d have wanted me as a pall bearer.”
“Keep your meeting, Trapper. Lay out your case. I can vouch—”
“No.”
“You can tell them about the cell phone in the safe behind the painting.”
“Pictures of a list of names. It could be Wilcox’s Christmas card list.”
“Sheriff Addison’s name will be on there.”
“Solid citizen Wilcox didn’t neglect to thank regional officials.”
“But Glenn Addison will—”