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“True But before that I’d like to get a positive ID on those glasses Let’s go see Philpot”

Waste of tiht as he and Traverton pulled up to the shabby blue house in Traverton’s police vehicle Those glasses hadn’t dropped out of the sky and crawled under that blackberry bush by the there was the obvious one But Sam Traverton was a methodical man, and this caution was typical of him

John had hesitated to co on this errand The last tiuise of friendship This tined with the enemy But that couldn’t be helped John knew he’d be needed to back up the account of where the glasses had been found, and to keep Philpot fro his earlier story

Their tiood They arrived at the house just as Philpot was pulling up on his motorcycle The look on his horsey face made words unnecessary

They stood next to the porch while John showed the pictures on his phone and Traverton asked the questions

“You told John that Boone’s so-called bride earing glasses when you perforlasses you saw?”

Philpot scratched behind his ear “Can’t say for certain Maybe, maybe not The woman wasn’t lasses had black frao, and my memory isn’t as sharp as it used to be”

“I don’t suppose you remember her name, do you?”

Philpot shrugged “Mary Frances or somethin’ Maybe Mary Josephine Anyway, it sounded Catholic”

“Any last name?”

“Boone never told me that”

“Thanks for your tiive us a call” Traverton motioned to John, and they walked back toward the car

“You know he’s lying about the glasses, don’t you?” John said as they climbed inside and drove away

“Maybe But ould he lie?”

“Boone’s his friend He’s protecting hi himself Glasses like that, with those lenses, there’s no way they’d be there unless that poor wo to recommend a search, aren’t you?”