Michael Malone - Weebly

killed both men in cold blood and started the fire to
cover up the evidence."
"Oh, fuck you. You know that didn't happen."
"No, I don't. I just have to trust you, don't I?"
With a snort, Henry walked toward the trailer, then
turned back at the cinder-block step. "Hey. Abernathy.
Suppose I told you I didn't have anything to do with
what happened out there? Just like the lady said. I came
and I went."
The lawyer took off his glasses and rubbed the
bridge of his nose.
"Then I suppose I'd tell you to make very certain
that no one ever investigated the death of your German
shepherd and that no one ever located the grave and
that no one ever noticed that the bullet in his body came
from a gun belonging to Limus Barnum. Naturally, these
are only suppositions. The bullet may have passed
through his body. Though it's a bit more distance to
travel through than the outer flesh of an arm, isn't it?"
One boot up on the makeshift stoop, his tall, rangy
body a sharp line against the metal silver of the trailer,
Maynard Henry looked across at Abernathy, and then