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“So it was just a coincidence that it was a meat fork this time, too?”
“No, somebody’s trying to frame me.”
“A lot of people knew about the first time, huh?”
“No,” Agnes said, and then stopped. “No, we kept that quiet. She must be planning on making that connection clear to the police herself, unless she already did. Huh. Wonder if she knows that’s going to backfire on her?” It wasn’t like Brenda to leave a loose end like that. Maybe she really was losing it. Beyond the craziness of murdering Taylor, maybe she was losing it completely.
“She who?”
“The woman who really did it.”
“Well, at least she killed him and not you.”
“She’s trying to kill me,” Agnes said. “It’s just not working out for her.” Which might be what was pushing her over the edge. If she was furious at Agnes for taking LL from her, if she was rabidly determined to get Two Rivers back, if she was so insane that she’d killed Taylor because he was leaving her for Agnes ...
Oh, hell, Agnes thought. She’s completely psycho and she thinks all her problems are my fault. Just in time for the wedding.
“Well, you’re safe in here for the weekend,” the blonde said.
Agnes sighed again. “No, I’m not. My guy will be coming to get me pretty soon.”
“The one who fucked the stripper? Nah. I’m telling you, he can’t get bail.”
“He didn’t fuck the stripper.” Agnes rolled over on her side. “And he won’t bother with bail.”
“What’s he going to do? Break you out?”
Agnes shrugged. “Whatever it takes. I have to put on a wedding tomorrow, or I lose my house, and he won’t let that happen.”
“The wedding for Barbie there? I don’t think she’s gonna get married, I think she’s leaving with Deputy Dawg.”
“My guy’ll bring her back if she does.”
The blonde craned her neck up to see Agnes. “So this guy who fucked the stripper, he’s going to break you out of jail and help with the runaway bride so you won’t lose your house. What is he, Robin Hood?”
“No, he’s a hitman.”
“Uh-huh. You’re crazy.”
“No,” Agnes said. “But I did have a court-appointed psychiatrist once.”
Then she rolled over and made a mental To Do List for when Shane came to get her.
“Agnes didn’t kill Taylor,” Shane said as he and Xavier headed up the path back to the house. He saw the crime scene tape off to the side of the trail and the deputies tripping over each other trying to investigate it.
“I wouldn’t think so,” Xavier said, “except Hammond found her standing over Taylor with her meat fork through his throat and him holding on to her apron as he departed this mortal coil. I’m not looking at suicide here, by the way. And she does have that anger problem. Which is why I feel it’s best that she stay in custody for tonight.”
You want to see anger, Shane thought, check out Casey Dean’s girl’s neck. “You can’t keep her locked up. She’s got to make this wedding happen tomorrow.”
Xavier stared at him. “Let a potential murderer out of jail to put on a wedding? I might be a small-town cop and not so smart as everyone keeps reminding me, but...”
He paused because someone was coming this way. Shane turned to see who it was.
Palmer. He came staggering out of the woods, one hand on his forehead, the other extended to keep himself balanced.
“You need to go find Maria,” Shane told him when came up to them.
Palmer blinked and his unfocused eyes peered at Shane. “Maria?”
