John Brown’s Body

“Detective Terry, do you mind going back to that convenience store and getting us three coffees? I need to talk to Detective Blackbeard alone for a minute.”

Terry started to say, hell, no, but Blackbeard nodded to him and threw him the car keys.

Blackbeard and the chief stood looking at the water for a long time after Terry left. Blackbeard was quiet, waiting for the chief.

“This is the last place I saw your father,” the chief finally said to Blackbeard. “Blackie was a good man. I wanted you to know that.”

“I knew.”

The chief stood looking at the weeds growing out of another ramp on the other side of the inlet, too far to reach but close enough to see.

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