She stared at me and could see I was unsure. She looked at Tubby, then behind her and then back at me.
“Fincey not hang himself. No he did not,” she said in a whisper.
The three of us stood in the hot sun around my jeep without saying anything for what seemed like a long time while Shirma Bates kept her eyes on mine.
“Can you please come so we can speak on this?”
I noticed Superintendent McWilliams get into his official police car and drive away. She saw what I was looking at.
“People say you are a man we can talk to about things like this,” she said.
I took a breath. I came here to St. Pierre, leaving my ex-wife and two children back in New York... deserting them because... because I had to. I opened a bar on St. Pierre and soon things started to happen; a series of incidents that i
