One Good Deed - David Baldacci Page 0,50

police. Detective Lieutenant Irving Shaw is asking, Mr.…?”

“Archer. You’re a homicide dick, then?”

Shaw ignored this and said, “So you’re Archer? You were at Miss Jackie Tuttle’s residence this morning, correct? The deputies reported that to me.”

“I was.”

“You two going out or something?”

“Just a friend. Told the same to your deputies.”

“A friend who’s at her house early in the morning? You sure you didn’t spend the night?”

“I slept here last night. I went to see Jackie at her place this morning.”

“Why that early?”

“Missed her, I guess.”

Shaw took out a worn, small notebook and a stubby pencil and wrote something down. “You say you slept here last night? What room?”

“Number 610.”

Shaw eyed the location of Archer’s room and his bits of coal eyes lit up like someone had flamed them.

“You hear anything last night?”

“Like what?”

“Anything out of the ordinary.”

“I haven’t been here that long. So I don’t think I know what’s ordinary for Poca City yet.”

“Just use your common sense then.”

“No, I slept pretty hard. Didn’t hear anything.”

Shaw wrote something else down. “You coulda just told me that to begin with.”

“I could’ve, sure. Sorry about that.”

“You’re in from Carderock Prison, I hear.”

“And I served my time.”

“Not all of it. I looked you up. You’re on parole now. Ernestine Crabtree?”

“That’s right. Already reported in.”

“Good for you. So, your story is you were asleep from when to when?”

“Oh, about midnight to six or so.”

“You see the deceased last night?”

Archer had been stunned that the two deputies had not earlier asked this question. But this fellow Shaw appeared to be a far superior sort of person. He seemed to like asking questions as much as Archer did.

Shaw had his pencil poised over his notebook.

“You hear me, Mr. Archer?”

“Yeah, I saw him. He was drunk. Outside the Cat’s Meow. Me and Miss Tuttle helped him to his bed in there and left.”

“So you were at the bar last night with them?”

“I’m not allowed in the bar. Against my parole.”

“So it is. Then how’d you run into them?”

“I was passing by the bar last night when I saw them come out. Miss Tuttle was having a struggle holding him up. So, I helped her out.”

Shaw rubbed at his mustache with the pencil. “And she let a stranger do that?”

“I had met her before. Both of them, actually.”

“Is that right? Where would that have been?”

Archer felt something go hard in the pit of his stomach.

“Around town. My first night here, actually. We struck up a conversation. Interesting man. And she was nice, too.”

Shaw wrote something else down and shook his head.

“What?” asked Archer, trying to peer at his scribblings.

“Every question I ask you, it seems to get deeper and deeper.”

“What does?”

He ignored this query, too. “The deputies said Mr. Pittleman had hired you to collect a debt owed by one Lucas Tuttle?”

“That’s right.”

“And you have not been successful?”

“Not yet.”

“Would that have been Miss Tuttle who dropped you off in front of the hotel? I just happened to be looking out the window.”

Archer felt the stomach pit grow larger. “Yeah, it was. We went out to pay our respects to Mr. Pittleman’s widow.”

He chuckled. “Short time in town and you met all these folks already. Impressive.”

“I’m a friendly sort.”

“I’m sure you are, Archer, I’m sure you are. So you and Miss Tuttle helped the deceased from the bar back to here and put him in his bed right there in Room 615? Correct?”

“That’s right.”

“And what time was that?”

“Eleven or so.”

“Eleven or so. And then what’d you two do?”

Archer wanted to lie, desperately wanted to say they had gone their separate ways, but he was unsure what Jackie would say, and once you lied to the law, it was all over.

“We went to my room.”

The man’s eyebrow went up as he wrote this down. “You went to your room. Number 610 right there? You and Miss Tuttle?”

“That’s right.”

“What for?”

“We had a drink, well maybe more than one when all was said and done.”

“Doesn’t your parole forbid the consumption of alcohol?”

“Does it?”

Shaw gave him a patronizing look. “What else did you have?”

“Why is that important?”

“Use your common sense again, Archer.”

“I didn’t have anything to do with that man’s death.”

“And I don’t remember accusing you of it.”

“Well, your questions are kind of funny.”

“These questions are standard procedure, Archer. Didn’t they ask you such when they arrested you before?”

“That wasn’t for killing anybody.”

“But still.”

Archer leaned against the wall. “We spent some time together. I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was gone.”

“This time together. Would that be with clothes on or off?”

Archer’s

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