Divine Justice (Camel Club 4)

“I grew up on the side of a mountain in Pennsylvania. First thing I ever drove was a Bobcat down a dirt road that would make this stretch of gravel look like the Autobahn.” He paused. “And I did do some stock car racing when I turned eighteen. Mostly junk on dirt tracks. But after my third near-fatal accident, I decided to go into library science. But I’m still a big NASCAR fan.”

“Caleb, I’m seeing a totally new side to you.”

“Yes, well, everyone has their secrets.”

“The Camel Club more than most, I’m finding.”

CHAPTER 53

STONE OPENED HIS EYES and felt rather than saw the people around him.

“Ben?”

He turned to the right and focused on Abby standing there, holding his hand. He gazed over her shoulder and realized he was in a hospital room.

“What the hell happened?” he said, trying to rise up.

Abby and someone else gently pushed him back down.

“Just take it easy, Ben.”

This was Tyree, who was standing on the other side of the bed.

Stone leaned back against the pillow. “What happened?” he said again.

“What do you remember?” Abby asked.

“Driving Willie home and then waking up here.”

“It blew up,” Tyree said quietly. “His trailer, I mean. It blew up.”

“Willie? Bob? He was there too.”

Abby gripped his hand. “They’re both dead.” Her voice broke as she said this.

“How did it happen?”

“They think it was his propane tank. Only thing that could’ve blown like that,” Tyree said. “Another few feet and you would’ve been gone too. You’re lucky you were standing on the other side of that truck. It took most of the blast instead of you.”

Stone thought for a moment. “I remember something falling right next to me.”

Abby and Tyree exchanged glances. “Just some debris,” she said quickly.

“How did the gas thing happen?”

“I’m checking that out right now,” said Tyree firmly. “He apparently had a cookstove and some propane tanks in his trailer along with a lot of ammo.”

“I don’t care about that. It can’t be an accident,” said Stone. “It can’t be.”

“I’m inclined to agree with you,” said the sheriff. “I just need some proof.”

Stone managed to sit up a bit. “Wait a minute. On the drive home, Willie and I talked about Debby.” He went on to tell Tyree and Abby what he had figured out about Debby seeing who had killed Peterson.

Tyree rubbed his jaw. “I never saw the connection there, but Willie never told me she was at the bakery that night either. But I knew Debby hadn’t killed herself.”

“How?” asked Stone and Abby together.

“Her arms weren’t long enough to put the muzzle in her mouth and still pull the trigger.”

Stone looked at him with new respect. “I actually thought of that when I saw the shotgun. Willie had shown me a picture of Debby. I saw how petite she was.”

“Tyree, you never mentioned you believed Debby was murdered,” said Abby.

“That’s because I didn’t know who killed her. Or why. Figured it had to be somebody local. Might as well let the murderer think I’m a clueless country bumpkin. He might make a mistake, and it lets me snoop around under the radar too.”

“You’re clearly no country bumpkin,” said Stone, and Tyree gave him an appreciative look.

“Does Danny know about Willie?” asked Stone.

Abby nodded. “He was so upset they had to give him something to calm him down. He was bawling like a baby.”

“No more California dreams,” said Stone.

“What?” asked Tyree.

“Long story,” replied Abby.

“We need to get to work, Tyree, before somebody else gets killed.” Stone started to get up again.

Tyree pushed him back down. “Whoa, now. You just got yourself nearly blown up and the doc says you need to stay quiet for a day or two.”

“We don’t have a day or two.”

“I’m going to poke around some. With what you told me I got some new angles I can work.”

“Danny and Abby need protection,” said Stone.

“Me?” said Abby.

“Look at what happened to Bob. They don’t care who they kill.”

“I agree,” said Tyree. “I got a couple of men I’ve deputized in the past. I’ll have one here with Danny and another with Abby.”

“Tyree, you don’t have to do that.”

“But we’re gonna do it, Abby. Anything happens to you, I couldn’t live with myself. I mean, well, it’s just not going to happen. Understand?”

The strength of his words seemed to surprise even the sheriff. He reddened slightly.

“Okay,” she said meekly.

Stone said, “What are you going to do?”

Tyree sat down and drew up a chair. “You said three men beat up Danny. Now, he won’t talk to me about it but I think at least one of them was a miner.”

“Why?” asked Stone.

“When I came to see Danny at the hospital like I said he zipped his mouth. But that didn’t stop me from looking at his clothes. They had coal dust on them. I figure it came off at least one of the boys who jumped him ’cause Danny’s never been in a mine that I know of.”

“That’s true,” said Abby. “But why would a miner go after Danny?”

“Damn, I knew I’d seen him before,” exclaimed Stone. They both looked at him. “The first day I was at your restaurant. Tyree had left, and Abby, you’d gone in the back. Danny had finished eating and was leaving when this big guy blocked his way. Asked Danny if he was going to stay this time or run out on them again. He’s one of the guys with the baseball bats.”

“This guy have a name?”

Stone thought for a moment. “Lonnie.”

“Lonnie Bruback?”

“Describe him.” Tyree did. “That’s him,” said Stone. “He’ll have a wound on his face from my belt.”