Page 21 of The Bone Woman

“Lots of people. Minnie’s podcast has a big audience.”

Minnie lived on the outskirts of Black Vulture. Last I heard, she hadn’t become an amateur investigator or podcast detective or whatever they called themselves, but she had put together podcasts that told the stories of all kinds of Arizona mysteries and crimes.

I knew Minnie, and I’d heard she’d done a series on Wilmot about three years ago, but I hadn’t given it any attention. She’d tried to interview me, but I’d told her I wasn’t interested.

Jenna lifted one eyebrow. “Something’s happening in Black Vulture, and, considering yesterday’s events—you and the bones being found—you might want to take a closer look at your own home.”

She was no-nonsense and direct. I’ve heard the same said about me.

“Well, I’m on the state’s payroll, but I haven’t been made official to this case yet,” I volleyed back.

“Whatever you say.”

“I think your coffee’s been poured,” Verro said as he nodded toward the counter.

I was being dismissed, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of me or because of something Jenna had said to me.

I didn’t need to be nudged twice. I stood, and we all told each other that we’d talk again later. Before I could walk away, though, Jenna said, “You never get the whole story from the internet. I’m sure the podcast has some holes to fill.”

Not sure what she was getting at, I just nodded, and then turned to make my way, having to prove to Dixie that my cut was still well bandaged.

I hiked up into the seat.

“How’d it go?” Sonny asked out of the side of his mouth.

“Fine,” I said, mimicking his fake furtive expression.

“Do they know anything about the guy who attacked you?”

“Nothing yet.” I sipped some coffee. “Her wife just started working at The Institute. Do you know who that might be? Allie something?”

“Not offhand, but I’ll look at the new folks. I just got there myself.”

“Yeah?”

Sonny nodded. “I’ve only been in town for two weeks.”

“Welcome to Black Vulture,” I told him, just like I’d said to Verro and Griffen.

“Thank you. So far, it’s been … interesting.”

My phone buzzed.

I gathered it from my pocket, seeing it was Calloway calling. “Hey, Sheriff.”

“We’ve got another one, Hazel. I’m dropping a pin. Get out here. Now, please.”

The sheriff ended the call before I could. I stood from the stool. I left a five on the counter as I looked back to where the police had been sitting, but that booth was now empty.

“What’s up?” Sonny asked.

“I have to go.”

“Where?”

“Work.”

“Got it. Can I see you later? Are you free for dinner? I’d like to—”