Twenty-Eight
DAN CALLS ME THURSDAY morning a week after my conversation with Clayton Rugger.
“Tom, I’ve been thinking about this thing with Helen and her shooting,” he says.
“Has something else happened?” I ask.
“Well, from what I’m hearing, she’s not getting any better. So I did something kind of sneaky.”
“Is this a confession, Dan?” I say with a smile. “You know, I can’t do one over the phone.”
“You can be a smartass sometime, you know? No, it’s not, and I’ll see you Saturday afternoon for that. I got Hallstead to get some video of Helen from the range for me to study. Don’t ask how she did it. She didn’t tell me, I don’t want to know, and I’m sure you don’t either. George, the guy that runs the place, is pretty old and near retirement. So I'm just going to believe that she bribed
