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from Frienemies by Aleta Kay

Copyright © 2017–2019 Aleta Kay

Chapter Twenty-Nine

To Sheriff Clyde Bonnell:

There is a dead body buried on Foggy Lane next to the abandoned well. It’s been there a while so it’s liable to stink. Might not be much left of it.

The unsigned note had been tacked to the outside of the door. Deputy Dewey asked the shop owners around town if they had seen who had put it there. They all shook or scratched their heads in wonder and said they had not. It must have been done after dark when the shops were closed. Well, there was nothing he could do but go check it out. He went to the livery, borrowed a shovel from Gus, and hitched his horse to a buckboard.

“Here,” Gus said. “Might need this here burlap sack if’n you’re goin’ after a dead body.” He dusted his right hand on his leg to clean it off a little and handed him an extra kerchief. “Might need this, too.” He grinned around a toothpick.

Dewey climbed into the seat of the wagon and started off.

“Have fun,” Gus laughed, waving him off.

“You can come with,” Dewey said. “Might improve your disposition.” Might ruin both of our days.

The livery was across the road from the sheriff’s office on a nameless road that made a loop off of Hinton Road. He would have to drive a mile and a half back to Pine Grove Road and another mile and a half from there to Foggy Lane. Then he would have to hunt for that abandoned well and start digging. No telling how deep the body was buried. And w...







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