The Big Gamble - Michael Mcgarrity [118]
“Well, somebody’s sending you a message,” Andy said.
“It looks that way.”
“Maybe you’ve got a wacko on the crew building your house.”
“Maybe,” Kerney said. “But I’ve gotten to know the guys pretty well, and none of them strikes me that way.”
“You never know.”
“True enough,” Kerney said.
“Any leads on the Jack Potter homicide?”
“Nothing worth talking about yet,” Kerney answered.
“Keep me informed, and if you need help, just ask.”
“I will, and thanks.” Kerney disconnected and called Tug Cheney, a veterinarian he knew from his days as a caretaker of a small ranch on the Galisteo Basin. Tug told him Soldier could be sent to Albuquerque for an autopsy or he could do a quick and dirty one himself.
“I know what killed my horse,” Kerney said. “What I want are the bullets out of Soldier’s stomach. When can you get out here?”
“Give me directions to your place, and I’ll be there in an hour,” Tug said.
Kerney supplied directions, thanked Tug, stuck the cell phone back on his belt, and turned to see Sara walking slowly in his direction from the construction site.
Today he’d argued with a woman he adored, seen the murdered body of a man he liked, and found a horse he loved maliciously destroyed. It was a crummy way to start a vacation.
He started toward Sara to give her the news.