scored a couple of decent seats for the last half of the

season with the help of Karen Prince, a former client

who now worked in the Hurricanes ticket office.

“The drive back and forth to Raleigh will give you

and Cal a chance to be alone together and talk. Kids

open up in a car,” I told Dwight when he questioned

why I hadn’t badgered Karen for three seats.

I really did think they needed the time and space to

help Cal cope with all the changes in his young life,

but it wasn’t unadulterated altruism. Put myself where

I couldn’t read a book or catch up on paperwork? Get

real.

15

MARGARET MARON

Dwight laughed and gave me another quick kiss as

Cal came back ready to go.

“Have fun,” I said and when the door had closed be-

hind them, I happily contemplated the evening’s syba-

ritic possibilities.

“So what do you think, Bandit?” I asked the dog.

“Popcorn and a chick flick video, or a long soak in the

tub followed by a manicure?”

Or I could bake a cake to take for Sunday dinner at

Minnie and Seth’s house. Seth is five brothers up from

me, the one I’ve always felt closest to, and his wife has

acted as my political advisor from the day I first decided

to run for a seat on the district court bench.

I unzipped my high heel boots and had just kicked

one off when the door opened again. Dwight had the

phone pressed to his ear and there was a glum look on

Cal’s face.

“Tell Denning and Richards I’ll meet them there in

ten minutes.” Dwight flipped the phone shut. “Sorry,

Cal, but I have to go. It’s my job.”

He headed for our bedroom where he keeps his hand-

gun locked up when he’s off duty and I followed.

“What’s happened?” I asked as he holstered the gun

on his belt.

“They’ve found two legs in a ditch near Bethel

Baptist,” he said grimly.

Bethel Baptist Church is on a back road about half-

way between our house and Dobbs, Colleton’s county

seat. My mind fought with the grisly image of severed

limbs. “Human legs?”

“White male’s all I know for now.”

16

HARD ROW

And it was clear that he didn’t want to say any more.

Not with Cal standing disconsolately in the doorway.

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