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Road Kill

        keep  it  on.  Which  he  did.  Mr.  Ewidge’s  hat  was  a  seven  and  an
        eighth; Ronny Knowles takes a size six.”
            “How on earth did you discover that?”
            “Oh, I just had a look at the equipment in the gym. Ronny lettered
        in baseball, you know, and Mr. Ewidge was a coach. It wasn’t difficult
        finding an excuse to get in the locker room and compare their caps.”
            I shook my head, trying to clear it. “So he pushed Mr. Ewidge over
        the edge—”
            “After  cracking  him  on  the  head  with  a  large  rock—which  he
        tossed after the body.”
            “—but kept his hat and shirt and specimen bag so he could create
        that  deception.  You  and  Sherrie  appeared  as  scheduled,  and  he
        pretended  to  trip  over  a  protruding  tree  root  while  directing  your
        attention away from himself. But you actually saw him fall: how could
        he fake that?”
            Labelle  smiled,  showing  a  pair  of  rather  wolfish  eyeteeth.  “I
        wondered a long time about that, Mr. Holloman. After checking the
        movements  of  all  the  students  at  the  park  during  the  field  trip,  I
        figured that he could have easily returned to the parking lot before
        the police started up there to search for the body. So all he had to do
        was jettison the shirt, hat and specimen bag, wait a minute or two for
        Sherrie and me to leave our vantage point, then climb back up his
        bungee cord, pack it up and run.”
            “His what?”
            “It’s  a  kind  of  elastic  rope  the  army  uses  to  drop  tanks  by
        parachute. The inside of the rope is rubber and the outside is nylon.
        It stretches and slows the fall of whatever is attached to the lower
        end. I think the only place you will see one outside an army base is in
        a circus act. Probably that’s where Ronny saw it.”
            “And he was able to hide it from you when he jumped?”
            “Yes. He had it coiled up on the far side of the tree, out of our line
        of vision. One end was tied to his foot and the other anchored to the
        trunk near its base. That left those marks we found the other day.”
            I blinked, wondering at the audacity of the plot. “Have you ever
        seen one of those trick ropes before?”
            “No. I suppose they could become a fad, like hula hoops, but most
        kids don’t know what they are yet. And he carried it away from there
        right under our noses. All we needed to bring was a small canvas bag

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