Mad River

evening, and got more names from the people he spoke to, and worked those names the next day. Several people said that Murphy was unhappy with Ag. Two said that he’d mentioned her money—but not in a way that suggested he was anxious to get it for himself. The references, they said, had been joking: “If I were as rich as my old lady . . .”
    Virgil thought,
Murphy was thinking about it.
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    LATER ON THE SECOND DAY, he got a call from the BCA attorney and was told that he could stop by the Wells Fargo and look at Murphy’s account history. He did, and found that Murphy had withdrawn not one thousand dollars, but fifteen hundred dollars two days before Ag was killed.
    With the help of the branch manager, he tracked the transaction to a young teller named George, who actually remembered it. “I gave him a thousand in twenties, and five hundred in fifties. I remember because we’re supposed to chat with customers and make them feel like we’re friendly, so I said, ‘Going on vacation?’ He said he was going to Vegas. I said, ‘Man, wish I was going with you.’ It was colder’n heck that day, and Vegas sounded pretty good.”
    The newspaper extra came out in the afternoon, with an end-of-the-world story about the killings of Welsh and Sharp. Virgil’s sidebar ran big, with a BCA phone number for information.
    Nobody called it.
    Davenport said, “That was a long shot—I don’t know what else you could have done, but who wants to be known as the guy who supplied the gun to Jimmy Sharp?”
    “I was hoping he supplied it to Murphy,” Virgil said.
    “Same thing, since everybody in town knows you’re looking for Murphy.”
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    MURPHY RETURNED FROM VEGAS after a week and went back to work at his father’s insurance agency. John O’Leary said Murphy hadn’t done anything with the will—if he had, the O’Learys would know about it, since they were all in it.
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    THE CASE AGAINST Duane McGuire and Royce Atkins—and implicitly, against Murphy—was handled by two special prosecutors appointed by the state attorney general. They also investigated the shooting of Becky Welsh and Jimmy Sharp.
    The attorneys, Sandy Hunstad and Brett Thomas, eventually found that they had no case against the deputies who killed Welsh and Sharp. While they were critical of the sheriff’s command and control, they said publicly that problem was one of management, and was not a criminal affair.
    Duke issued a defiant statement, supporting the actions of his deputies, but everyone was left with a sour taste. A half dozen people took the time to tell Virgil that he should be ashamed of himself for his criticism of Duke, who was only trying to defend the citizens against a couple of crazies. Only one told him that he thought Virgil was right, and Virgil suspected that guy was nuts.
    The case against McGuire and Atkins was clearer, but the level of the charge was not. Since they’d used only fists and boots, and no other weapons, and Virgil was not seriously injured, Hunstad said that it was unlikely they could sustain a charge of Assault in the First Degree, and would probably have to drop to Assault/Three.
    They could, however, file the Assault/One, because there were special provisions for an assault on a police officer. Because the prison penalty was much stronger—up to twenty years—they would have more to work with in trying to convince Atkins to give up Murphy. In other words, to extort a confession . . .
    But Atkins wouldn’t talk. The only thing they had that pointed directly at Murphy was McGuire’s belief that Atkins was paid by Murphy.
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    THEY WERE WORKING through those possibilities when one of Duke’s deputies—one of the men who shot up Welsh and Sharp—encountered Virgil on the street, pulled him aside, and said, “You’re an asshole for what you’re saying about us, but that’s neither here nor there. What you need to know is, I saw Dick Murphy’s car over at Royce Atkins’s girlfriend’s house on Wednesday night. On Thursday morning, first thing, she was at the jail talking to Royce, and then to Duane. . . . They’re cooking something up.”
    Virgil said, “Thank you.”
    The next day, McGuire began tap-dancing: he was no longer exactly sure that anybody got paid to beat up Virgil. It might have been, he said, a misunderstanding on his part.
    Virgil talked to the attorneys, and Thomas said, “Look, Virgil,