THE COVE. Catherine Coulter

“Yeah, it does, but I still think the old folk are just afraid. I’ll be around, Quinlan. Take care of Sally. There’s something about her that makes you want to put her under your coat and see that nothing happens to her.”

“Maybe right now, but I imagine that usually if you tried that she’d punch your lights out.”

“1 get the same feeling-probably she would have some time ago, but not now. No, there’s something wrong there, but 1 fancy you’re not going to tell me what.”

“I’ll be talking to you, David. Good luck with that autopsy.”

“Oh, yeah, I got to call my wife. I think she can forget me being home for dinner.”

“You married?”

“You saw my wedding ring first thing, Quinlan. Don’t be cute. I even mentioned one of my kids. I’ve got three little ones, all girls. When I come through the front door, two of them climb up my legs and the third one drags a chair over to jump into my arms. It’s a race to see who gets her arms around my neck first.”

David gave him a lopsided grin, a small salute, and left.

No one could talk about anything else. Just Doc Spiver and how two outsiders had found him lying in his rocking chair, blood dripping off his fingertips, half his head blown off.

He’d killed himself-everyone agreed to that-but why?

Terminal cancer, Thelma Nettro said. Her own grandpa had had cancer, and he would have killed himself if he hadn’t died first.

He was nearly blind, Ralph Keaton said. Everybody knew he was pleased because when they got the body back, Ralph would lay him out. Yeah, Ralph said, Doc couldn’t stand it that he wasn’t really an honest-to-goodness doctor anymore.

He was hurt because some woman rejected him, Purn Davies said. Everyone knew that Amabel had turned Purn down some years before and he was still burning with resentment.

He just got tired of life, Helen Keaton said, as she scooped out a triple-dip chocolate pecan cone for Sherry Vorhees. Lots of old people just got tired of living. He just did something about it and didn’t sit around whining for ten years until the devil finally took him.

Just maybe, Hunker Dawson said, just maybe Doc Spiver had something to do with that poor woman’s death. It made sense he’d kill himself then, wouldn’t it? The guilt would drive a fine man like Doc Spiver to shoot himself.

There were no lawyers in town, but the sheriff found Doc Spiver’s will soon enough. He had some $22,000 in a bank in South Bend. He left it all to what he called the Town Fund, headed by Reverend Hal Vorhees.

Sheriff David Mountebank was surprised when he was told about the Town Fund. He’d never heard about such a thing. What effect would this Town Fund have had on people’s motives? Of course, he didn’t know yet if someone had put the .38-caliber pistol in Doc’s mouth and pulled the trigger, then pressed the butt into Doc’s hand.

Premeditated murder, that was. Or Doc Spiver had put the gun in his own mouth. Ponser called David at eight o’clock that evening. He’d finished the autopsy and now he was equivocating, damn him. David pushed him, and he ended up saying it was suicide. No, Doc Spiver didn’t have any terminal illness-at least Ponser hadn’t seen anything.

Amabel said to Sally that same evening, “I’m thinking you and I should go to Mexico and lie on a beach.”

Sally smiled. She was still wearing Amabel’s bathrobe because she just couldn’t seem to get warm. James hadn’t wanted to leave her, but then it seemed he remembered something that had made him go back to Thelma’s. She’d wanted to ask him what it was, but she hadn’t. “I can’t go to Mexico, Amabel. I don’t have my passport.”

“Alaska, then. We could lie around on the snowbanks. I could paint and you could do-what, Sally? What did you do before your daddy got killed?”

Sally got colder. She pulled the bathrobe tighter around her and moved closer to the heat register. “I was Senator Bainbridge’s senior aide.”

“Didn’t he retire?”

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