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from Frienemies by Aleta Kay

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Dewey decided he couldn’t leave town yet. There were too many unanswered questions. Was there any other information that had not come out yet? He decided to go back to the inn. Something didn’t add up. The man he had spoken to the day before was Bert Sands. Was he related to Bobby? If so, why not just tell Dewey? Was Bert hiding something?

He went back to the inn at supper time, sat on the same stool as before. The innkeeper smiled at him. “Can’t get enough of my cooking, huh? What can I get you? Dewey slid a piece of paper toward him while he told the man what he’d like to eat.

Sam Girard, the innkeeper, read the piece of paper. He winked at Dewey and said, “Sure thing.” Supper will be up in about ten minutes. Make yourself at home. Sam did not mention Dewey’s name at any time when he talked to him.

The roast and potatoes arrived on time with two big slices of cornbread. The reply to Dewey’s note was hidden under the plate. He looked at the note: “Yes, Bert and Bobby were brothers, born and raised here. Bert always took care of Bobby. They argued the night he died. Bert couldn’t keep bailing Bobby out of trouble. Sheriff didn’t investigate if Bert had anything to do with Bobby’s death.”

Dewey read the note again and pondered. If Bert had killed his brother he likely would not have left him by the railroad, out in the open. Bobby’s body had been found floating in Deer Creek. Scratch Bert as the killer.

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