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identification?”
    Detective Hughes smiled and pul ed out his badge to show Kitty.
    “You must be Ms. Wilson? The police chief showed me your photo and I have to say, it doesn’t do you justice at al .” Kitty felt her cheeks burn. She didn’t want him to see her embarrassment, or to be distracted by his good looks and say something stupid.
    “Ms. Wilson, is there some place we could talk? Away from prying eyes?” He glanced at the cracked barn door, nodding toward Michael.
    “We can talk inside. This is my friend Michael. I’d like him to come in too, if that’s alright with you.”
    “Okay. This is just an informal meeting.”
    Kitty opened the door and led Detective Hughes and Michael inside.
    “Would you like some coffee? Something to eat? I just moved in yesterday, but I’m sure I can find something.”
    “Coffee would be great if it’s no trouble.” He said as he made himself comfortable at the kitchen island.
    Kitty took her time finding a mug, giving herself time to pul herself together. Why was a detective here? She already told Herb everything she knew at the police station. She put a coffee mug in front of the detective. “Michael, would you like some coffee too?”
    “That would be great Kitty.” Michael hovered off to the side observing the detective.
    “Detective Hughes, what is the purpose of your visit? I just moved in and I’m kind of busy.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. And please, cal me Frank. I didn’t mean to interrupt your project. I just have a few questions. And remember, this is not on the record, just between you and me, wel , and your friend too, I guess.” He slowly reached into his jacket pocket and took out a crumpled paper. “Here it is. The police chief told me that your gun was found near the body of your husband, Roger Wilson. I listened to your interrogation but was wondering if you might have anything to add?” The boyish twinkle in his eye real y unhinged Kitty.
    “No, not real y. I don’t know how my gun got there. I’m trying to figure out who might have taken it from the glove compartment of my truck.”
    “Do you mind if I take a look at your truck? Maybe I’l see something you missed.”
    “I don’t mind at al , but it isn’t here.”
    That got his attention. Putting his coffee down he asked, “Where is it?”
    “The truck never ran right and I brought it back to Jimmie’s Auto, where I bought it two weeks ago. They are trying to figure out what’s wrong. I bought the car from David, but he wasn’t very helpful when I came back with problems. Jimmie, the owner, gave me a loaner and has had my truck for the last few days. The weird thing is that I thought my truck was sitting in the lot earlier today but Glenda said it was on the lift. I wish I had never decided to buy from David.”
    “Why did you go there?”
    “David is my brother-in-law and Roger said I had to give him my business.”
    “So when did your gun disappear?” Frank was sitting up straight, leaning toward Kitty. His dark eyes focused on her face, completely absorbed with her words. The rest of his coffee was forgotten, cold by now.
    “I have no idea. After I bought the truck, I moved it from my old car to the new, wel , new for me, it was a used truck. I never gave it another thought. Ever since my husband got it for me several years ago, it was always in the glove compartment of my car. I never used it. Never took it out except to move it to my new truck.”
    “Why did your husband get you a gun?”
    “I used to work at night and had a creepy guy bothering me. Roger thought I should have something to protect myself.” He scribbled some notes in his pad. Looking back up at Kitty, he asked, “Did Roger and David get along with each other?”
    “Yes and no. Roger was always asking David for money for as long as I knew them. David hated it but didn’t seem to be able to say no. David had a life insurance policy on Roger as a safety net to get his money back if anything happened to