CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“ What are you two kids doing holed up in the corner?” Sheriff Jaime Dawes sidled over to us. A short man, he had his Hispanic mother’s dark eyes and hair and his father’s Irish features. The swagger was all his own.
“ Sir,” Clint nodded his head respectfully to his boss. “This isn’t the best time but after talking to Phee, I think I found one thing that Huey Long and Carla Karsen had in common.”
“ What’s that?” Sheriff Dawes inquired.
“ Her.” Clint pointed at me. “Both victims had conflicts with her in the days leading up to their murders. Phee had an alibi for Mr. Long’s murder, so she’s in the clear, but it might be someone close to her.”
“ I was at work Saturday when Carla was poisoned,” I volunteered.
“ That’s good to know,” Sheriff Dawes said with a
