CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and THIRTY-NINE
Whitestone leaned back in his chair. Sitting in silence, the men looked at each other for a long moment. Whitestone sighed.
“You waiting for me to confess?” Whitestone asked.
“No,” Seth said. “You did that last night.”
“That’s right,” Whitestone said. “There’s nothing wrong with killing a cheating woman. Not one thing.”
“That’s what I was thinking about,” Seth said.
Whitestone looked up at him.
“According to Wretched Jones, your wife wasn’t cheating on you,” Seth said.
“What about that man?” Whitestone asked indignantly. “She spent a powerful lot of time with him.”
“According to Wretched, the man was a teacher,” Seth said. “He was teaching your wife, and his, how to read.”
Whitestone made a “tsk” sound and shook his head in disbelief.
“Your wife was also learning basic accounting,” Seth said. “I guess you were having trouble with people stealing?”
“That’s just it,” Whitestone said. “I couldn’t tell.”
“She wanted to surprise you by doing all of the books,” Seth said.
“Nah,” Whitestone said. “She was cheating. I knew it the moment it started. Heard it from a guy who said he saw them together kissing and carrying on.”
“This guy,” Seth said. “He wouldn’t happen to be tall, lanky white guy?”
“Jeramiah Simons,” Whitestone said with a nod.
“You mean Sergeant Jeramiah Simons,” Seth said. “Soon to become Captain? Spent his nights and weekends in a white hood?”
Seth gestured with his hands to indicate a pointed hood.
“He the klan?” Whitestone asked. For a moment, his mouth dropped open. “Po-lice?”
“Feds,” Seth said.
“I’ll be God-damned,” Whitestone said with a slow shake of his head.
“They set you up,” Seth said pointing to Whitestone. “They didn’t care if you killed your black wife or Wretched’s, for that matter. They wanted to get rid of the teacher who was giving good hardworking black people an education. And they wanted to get rid of places where black people could congregate, enjoy themselves.”
Seth picked up a piece of paper and read.
“Reducing the native population was the cat’s meow,” Seth read. Seth looked up at Whitestone. “This is a letter he wrote to his superior.”
“How did you get that?” Whitestone asked. “That for real?”
Nodding, Seth set the sheet down. Whitestone picked up the paper and read the letter for himself.
“I. . .” Whitestone started and then stopped. “He. . .”
“It’s easy to get led astray when you want to believe it,” Seth said. “You had mistresses? It says here that you have three kids by three other women besides your first wife.”
“Sure,” Whitestone said.
“You thought your wife was behaving like you were,” Seth said.
Whitestone gave Seth a long look. After a moment, his head went up and down.
“You’re right,” Whitestone said. “My wife was a Christian woman. She drove me crazy with all of the praying and church going. I wanted. . . Well, I don’t know what I wanted.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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