Bubba scratched at the duct tape on his neck. ‘Well, in’t never seen anything like that before.’
The first voicemail message was from Zsofia. ‘Hey Janet, I didn’t mean to be hard on you. I was just embarrassed, you know? If you wanna talk I’m up at the ranger’s office. They put me on night shift in case anyone else wants to commit suicide, like I’m gonna stop them. Was nice to see you. Guess I’ve always been a sucker for a uniform.’
The second was from the chief, a dollop of barely-disguised disappointment in his voice. ‘Hey Janet, they’re calling it suicide. Only one set of prints on the rifle and they was his. Same prints on the chains and key. No sign of a struggle. So that’s that. Case closed. See you in the morning. Pick up another one of those Blueberry Frosted, will ya?’
Janet sa
