Twenty-Eight
“She thought she saw it. Doesn’t necessarily mean Charlie’s truck’s in the lake.” Constable Hickey leaned an elbow on the precinct’s laminated front counter and thrust out a hip. “Thing is, Marjorie Hill was a bit unbalanced. Tell me again what she said, nice and slow.”
“She said I would find what I was looking for in my backyard. And then at the hospital, she said Joseph had a big fish on the line, and it sank. She meant my dad’s truck – I’m sure of it.”
Constable Hickey straightened, crossed her arms and pursed shiny lips. “Well, it’s in that journal of hers, too. Tell you what. I’ve got a hunch the truck’s down there, and I put stock in hunches. Not every investigator does, but me, I get a feeling about something and I think, must be a reason why I’m feeling it. But let’
