The Brimstone Murders jo-2 Page 25
Neither of us moved and I don’t know how long we stared at each other, but an understanding like an electrical charge connected us. His hand moved and covered the gun, but he didn’t pick it up.
“You know. Don’t you?” he said in a lifeless tone.
“Why’d you kill her?”
“Is that important? Isn’t it enough that I murdered Hazel? Do I have to explain my deed to you?”
“Confession is good for the soul.”
“Are you going to forgive me my sins? Are you a priest, Mr. O’Brien?”
“Kind of like a priest. I’m a criminal lawyer. I’ve heard it all, Elroy. Nothing you can say would shock me.”
“I was fucking her! Okay?”
Okay, I was shocked. My God, Snavley and Hazel Farris. The image boggled my mind. “Well, it happens, but why did you shoot her? Something to do with Moran?”
“It had nothing to do with that animal, but when I saw those kids on TV, and Robbie dead, I knew my life was over. The Lord would never forgive me.”
“Snavley, tell me, damn it. Why did you kill her?”
“You won’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“I went to her trailer to plead with her, to tell her we were through. I tried before but she wouldn’t let me go. I saw you there and hid, waiting until you left. Then I went in. She was drunk and grew belligerent. She blamed me for what happened to Robbie, how he went crazy, all of that religious mumbo-jumbo as she called it. My life’s work was nothing but mumbo-jumbo. Then she threatened to tell the congregation that we were having an affair.”
“So what? You’re both adults.”
“I’m married, Mr. O’Brien. How would that look? I’d be disgraced.” His eyes were wide, pleading. He wanted my forgiveness, or at least my understanding.
“I see. But still…”
Snavley hung his head. “I went crazy. My whole life ruined. I had to do something. She had a gun. She’d gotten it from one of Robbie’s hoodlum friends. I took it out of the drawer and shot her. Instantly I was overcome with grief, but I was scared, too. I didn’t know where to turn. Then I saw your card. It said you were a lawyer. At first I wanted to ask for your help, but when I got to your office, no one was there. I went through your desk drawer looking for your address. I had to talk to someone. Then I saw your gun.” He paused, slumped back, and whimpered. “It was the same kind of gun that I held in my hand, the gun I used on Hazel.”
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. Then he continued with his confession, but he spoke in a more reverent tone, almost peaceful. “Your gun was a sign from God. He gave me an opportunity and I knew what I had to do. I took yours and hid the one I used to shoot Hazel behind the file cabinet.”
“But how’d you get in my office?”
“The door wasn’t locked. You should lock your doors, Mr. O’Brien. You never know who might walk in.”
Mabel was always on my ass about forgetting to lock the door. Maybe I should write myself a note.
“Yeah, someone might walk in, like a murderer who’s trying to frame me,” I said.
His hand tightened around the gun. I waited. Finally, he spoke again: “How’d you know it was me who killed her?”
“Elroy, my friend,” I said. “You made too many mistakes. I guess preachers don’t make good murderers. When I saw you at the college that night, you mentioned my old gray metal desk. How would you’ve known that unless you’d been there?
“And the white lilies. You gave them to the girls in the dance group, and you gave one to Hazel. You said they were the symbol of purity. Hazel kept hers in vase on the table next to your picture. She treasured it. She liked you, Elroy. She wouldn’t have talked. You want me to go on?”
He sprang from the desk, holding the gun in his shaky hand. It was aimed somewhere in my general direction. “Shut up, just shut up.”
I approached him. He shuffled backward. “Don’t come any closer.”
“Calm down, Elroy. I’m just going to use the phone.”
I picked up the receiver and dialed. Snavley cowered in a corner. He slowly moved the gun to his head.
“Hello, this is Jimmy O’Brien. Get a call through to Sergeant Hammer. Tell him I’m at the Divine Christ Ministry church on Winnetka in Chatsworth. Tell him I’m talking to the murder suspect he’s been looking for. The guy who killed Hazel Farris. Tell him to hurry, before he does something rash.”
I hung up, walked over to Snavley and took the gun away from him. If he hadn’t shot himself in the time since he’d killed Hazel, or since Robbie’s death, he wasn’t going to do it now.
“Make some coffee, will you, Snavley? We’re going to be here a while.”
I picked up the phone again and dialed.
“Hey, Rita, guess what.” I glanced at Snavley, dragging himself into the snack area to put on the coffee. “I’ve got a new client for you.”
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