All Silent on the Flint

“Bobby, I didn’t release that information to anyone in my office or the public. Only me and the county coroner know how he kills his victims. How in the hell do you . . .”

Jones skinned his pistol and brought it to his deputy’s head.

Bobby was fast and slapped the barrel away. He grabbed the sheriff’s hand and twisted it until the gun fell with a thud at the bottom of the boat. He grabbed the weapon and tossed it overboard.

Jones watched in disbelief as Bobby leaned down and grabbed his wet pants off the ice chest. He put them on his lap and removed a folding knife.

“What you gonna do with that knife, Bobby?” Jones asked.

It was Bobby’s hazel eyes that examined him from Bobby’s round face. But it was the dead girl’s voice that replied to his question.

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