Something wasn’t lining up right, thought Howard Stanley as he sat at his desk in the police station. He’d have thought for sure that, if anyone was working a drug-dealing operation, it would be Gus Oberon, not Remington Peters. With Oberon’s history, it would have made a helluva lot more sense if they’d found the marijuana at his place instead of the artist’s.
“It’s Gus Oberon’s parole officer on the line, Chief.”
Chief Stanley snatched up the phone. “Thanks for returning my call,” he said.
Filling the parole officer in on what had been happening in Warrenstown, and about the cartons of marijuana they’d found in the carriage house at Belinda Winthrop’s estate, Chief Stanley shared his uncertainty about the arrest of Remington Peters. “I’m thinking there’s a possibility Gus Oberon might have planted that pot in the cellar,” he said.
“Well, Gus has seemed to be on the straight and narrow,” said the parole officer. “He’s been coming for all his appointments and passing his periodic drug tests, but I don’t delude myself. A parole officer can be fooled. And Gus Oberon is a very manipulative person who can charm the bark right off a tree.”