“Don’t touch anything, Barry. We have to call the police.”
He stood up from the body. “Can’t you call that guy, Howard, instead? The sheriff hates me, and it’s likewise.”
Cathy wanted to ask him why. She didn’t think his being jailed by Leroy for graffiti and other minor crimes explained their extreme animosity toward one another. Instead, she said, “I can’t get Howard, but I’ll call the deputy sheriff.” She had Brian’s private number in her cell. She found it ironic that this was the second time that week she’d discovered a murder victim and had summoned Brian to the scene.
Barry nodded. “I’m not buddies with Fitzcullins but go ahead.”
Cathy tapped on Brian’s contact in her cell phone. When he answered, she said, “I’m at Mrs. MaGregor’s house. She’s been shot. I’m pretty sure she’s de
