Chapter 10

“What can I do for you, Mr. Wells?”

“I’d like to talk to you about what happened the day your boss was shot.”

“I don’t know how much we can tell you. The family stayed home while Mr. Jack went to the Depot with Mopp and… and some friends that day.”

“Mopp?”

“Sorry, Billy Bob Bolt. He works for us.”

“So he was there at the time?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I’d like to talk to him.”

“I’m not sure how much he’ll be able to tell you. He was shot also.”

Shit. Matheson hadn’t said anything about that.

“I’d still like to talk to him.”

“I’m sure that won’t be a problem. I’ll tell him. When would you like to schedule the meeting?”

“I’ll be down in Savannah this weekend.” The case was already fourteen months old, but now that I knew of it, I wanted to get things moving.

“Mopp’s not available today. Would tomorrow work?”

“That’ll be good.”

“I’ve never met a genuine private investigator.”

And he still wouldn’t, although I had a license that said I was. “Where can I meet Mr. Bolt?”