The Reckless Oath We Made - Bryn Greenwood Page 0,130
including obstruction of justice and three counts of murder.”
My chest felt so tight, I couldn’t take a breath. I pushed back from the table, trying to get some air. I sucked in enough to say, “Murder? For those assholes?”
Mansur pulled a photo out of the file folder and slid it over to me. Someone wearing blue plastic gloves was reaching from off camera to force Gentry’s chin up for his mug shot. He had a welt on his forehead, a black eye, and smear of blood across his cheek. I assumed the cops had done that to him.
“He’s an odd kid,” Mansur said. “But considering what he did to Barnwell and this other man—Paul Scanlon—he’s not a lightweight. Not sure how he’ll fare in the Arkansas penal system, having killed two local white brotherhood types. Probably won’t be easy for him.”
“You think that’s funny? I bet you’re the kind of creep who laughs at prison rape jokes.” In the last week, I’d chewed my nails down to the quick. The only thing left to chew on was my cuticles.
“I’m going to be very blunt with you, Miss Trego. I believe you know exactly where his information came from, because you’re the one who gave it to him. What I would like to know is how you—”
“You think I knew where my sister was, but instead of going to see her, I sent Gentry to fight these Nazi assholes to get her back, even though you also think I knew she helped them escape? How does that make any sense? If I knew she helped them escape, why would I think she needed rescuing?”
“I admit it doesn’t entirely add up, but you knew something, didn’t you? Because you went to Missouri with Gentry Frank.”
“I went to Missouri to visit my uncle, and Gentry went with me,” I said.
“Your uncle, Alva Trego, who has a connection to Craig Van Eck, the ringleader of the White Circle at El Dorado?”
“Had a connection. My uncle hasn’t had any contact with those people since he was paroled. He’s a law-abiding citizen.”
“In my experience that’s a pretty rare outcome for someone like your uncle.”
“You don’t know anything about him.”
“I’ll know more after I talk to him,” Mansur said, but he was wrong. He wouldn’t get anything out of Uncle Alva. I hoped he wouldn’t get anything out of Dirk, either. “So you went to Missouri with Gentry Frank? How did you end up driving Mr. Frank’s truck back to Wichita? Mr. Frank’s aunt, Bernice Betts, she identified you as the woman who returned his vehicle.”
“Yes, I returned his truck. I didn’t know what else to do. Gentry left his phone with me, I didn’t know where they went, and he and Edrard never came back.”
“By Edrard you mean Joshua Kline? Who was killed in Arkansas?” Mansur flipped over another page in his file folder, I think just to see me flinch, but there was no bloody picture.
“He was introduced to me as Edrard,” I said.
“According to you, they left you in southern Missouri, drove away, and you didn’t hear from them again, so you drove Mr. Frank’s truck back to Wichita.”
“Exactly.”
“And Richard Bowers?”
“I don’t know who that is.” I could guess. The girl at the motel had called him Rick.
“Becky Eddiger identified him as a friend of Joshua Kline’s who might have gone to Missouri with him. She wasn’t sure. He says he didn’t go. What do you say?”
“If he did, I never saw him. And I don’t know who Becky is,” I said.
If Rhys claimed he never went to Missouri, it meant he was sticking to the lie. Mansur made an irritated little pout with his mouth, and flipped a few pages in his file folder.
“Apparently all of these people are members of a . . . historical medieval combat group, and the . . . Society for Creative Anachronism. They all have pseudonyms. You may know Becky as Rosalinda?”
“Yeah. Edrard’s wife. I met her a couple weeks ago at Gentry’s castle.”
“His castle,” Mansur muttered. “Ms. Eddiger was under the impression that Frank, Kline, you, and possibly Bowers, were going to Missouri on some kind of crazy mission. That was how she described it.”
“I went to Missouri to see my uncle. Edrard came later to see Gentry. They left. I never saw this other guy.”
Mansur looked at his notes some more, while I waited for the other shoe to drop. For him to say, According to your sister you were there.