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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Hello re-readers,
Today, chapters 31-35
http://louisev.livejournal.com/83372.html
Ennis took the wheel Friday morning at 7:30, refusing to allow Ellery to treat him as a cripple now that he had the doctor’s assurances in hand, and busied himself driving as Ellery fussed with a tie.
“What are ya fuckin with that for?”
“Couldn’t find my clip-on, don’t know how ta tie em,” Ellery said helplessly.
“I’ll do it when we get there. Clip on is under the bed.”
“What’s it doin there?”
“I dunno, you probably flung it there last time Mr. Coyote came sniffin around. You got a way a gettin rid a that uniform real fast, boy,” Ennis said with a little smile.
I find it suprising that Ellery, who wears a tie every day for work, doesn't know how to tie one!
L
MaineWriter:
More from 31:
Dowd stared at Ennis. “You got a problem, mister?”
Ellery stood up. “No, Mr. Dowd, you have a problem. Could you please have Mel Ruskin give the Sheriff a call at his convenience... this deposition is over.”
“Now hold on,” Dowd said, standing up himself, waving a manila folder. “This man...”
“The name is Del Mar,” Ennis bit out through his teeth, standing up, leaning on his hands as he loomed over the blond Assistant D.A. “An yer pissin me off somethin awful.”
“C’mon Ennis. If Mr. Dowd wants a deposition he can come down ta Wes’s office an be polite about it.”
“Cantrell, you are gettin in the way of our arraignment,” Dowd said, breath choking his throat. “You can’t walk that witness outta here!”
“Oh no? Watch me. Ennis?” Ellery offered his arm, and Ennis took it. Neither of them looked back at the speechless Dowd as he watched them go.
“I think yer wrong, Ellery,” Ennis said as they got to the stairs, disentangling his arm from Ellery’s as he reached for the bannister.
“What did I get wrong?”
“I think he’s just as bad as Amos Marigold.”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 32:
“Ellery, what in the blue blazes has got Mel on the phone ta me first thing in the mornin for?” Wes blustered.
Ennis spoke up before Ellery could reply. “It’s my fault, Wes. That new D.A guy, the blond one, kept callin me “the victim” right ta my face an when I corrected em he pissed me off. Ellery just got me out a there so I wouldn’t punch em.”
Wes bridled. “Oh. That true, Ellery?”
“Pretty much, Wes,” he shrugged. “Ennis asked em a couple a times ta call em by name an he treated Ennis like he was a bump on a log instead a the injured party lookin fer justice in the eyes a the law.”
“He say anythin to ya that was insultin?” Wes narrowed his eyes further.
“He said, real smarty like, ‘You got a problem, mister?’ an before I could haul off on em, Ellery said fer Mel ta call the sheriff an the deposition was over.
“How old is this chucklehead, Ellery?”
“I dunno, but he sure likes the sound of his own voice, Mel. Didn’t impress me much.”
“An we know how much you love prosecutors, Ellery, don’t we?” Wes shook his head. “I’ll call Mel back an tell em his new stallion is throwin riders.”
“Victims, Wes,” Ellery said. “I am sure both of us can get a deposition out, but not when this new kid is throwin all sorts of high an mighty attitude an treatin Ennis like he is yesterday’s newspaper that his poodle just shit on.”
“I get the point, Ellery. Now let me go do my job.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 33:
“Ennis?”
Ennis opened his eyes and sat up. “Can’t believe I fell asleep in the middle a that.”
Ellery came over and sat down, reaching for his hand and caressing it between both of his own. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Ennis slipped an arm around him. “I am now. What about you?”
Ellery smiled, leaned in, and pressed his lips against Ennis’s neck, nibbling up toward his cheek. “Everythin’s all right. I shot the bad guy.”
“Ya shot em?”
“Yep.”
“He shoot at you?”
“Yep.”
“But yer okay.”
“Yep. I got a confession ta make, Ennis.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m the best shot in the Sheriff’s department. That’s why Wes puts me in charge a these kinda things.”
“He dead?”
“By now, maybe. He’s in an ambulance on his way ta Ivinson.”
“Do we get ta go home now?”
“Got ta take photos a the truck an all that for the case, but we could have the Chevy dealer bring the El Camino over an leave that all ta Dupree.”
“I want ta go home. I don’t feel good.”
“Yeah, okay. Then lemme call Natale an have em bring over the car, you want ta stay here fer now?”
Ennis nodded. Ellery stood up, then stepped close, slipping his long fingers along Ennis’s jaw, tilting his face up, then leaned close, brushing his lips against Ennis’s mouth, kissing him softly. “It’s gonna be okay Ennis. I love you.”
MaineWriter:
Chapter 34:
Wes was walking back to his office when Dupree hopped up from his desk. “Wes, got ta see you. Corinne Allen – you know, the wife a victim One, just had her lawyer from Cheyenne send somethin registered mail, unopened, to us.”
“Oh? Anythin we can use?”
“You be the judge a that, Wes. I think we got ourselves a brand new suspect in the murder a Jim Allen.” He placed the envelope on Wes’s desk, and Wes pulled out the contents onto his desk.
Inside was a letter to a lawyer named Seamus Kelley, with an address in Cheyenne, was a set of grainy enlarged photographs, clearly taken at the same time. A view through a bedroom window, and the subject, in lacey, feminine lingerie, posing before a mirror: Amos Marigold.
“Holy hell...” Wes whispered. “I’ll call Mel’s office. We better get Amos Marigold in here for questionin. Mel is gonna be real unhappy to hear from me for the third time today.”
Dupree nodded. “I better call Ellery about this.”
“Leave Ellery alone, he had a good shoot, let em rest on his laurels an calm Ennis down before hell breaks loose again on Monday.”
“Right Sheriff.”
Wes picked up the phone. “This is the Sheriff, I need to speak to the D.A.”
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