Chapter 125

Weeks passed.
There was still almost nothing on the Kyle Verryn shooting in the Nova Scotia newspapers, except that a probe of the shooting was being conducted by Codiac Region RCMP in New Brunswick.
Elnora Redden had filed a few stories, but the wall of silence from police seemed pretty thick. She had a few anonymous quotes from police sources, but they were staying pretty tight lipped, it seemed. There was some vague speculation that police may have been pursuing Verryn as a potential suspect in the Lee double homicide, but Rawle brushed that aside. He was pretty sure, he knew who the killer was: Kurtis Missions.
Elnora had wrote in one story that Verryn had apparently been under police surveillance at the time of the shooting, and in another story, she broke the news that he apparently fired a licensed shotgun at a police officer, who in turn shot and killed him.
There was nothing else, by way of motive to explain what had happened and why. Nothing that could help Rawle understand it.
Why would Kyle Verryn get into a shootout with a cop?
It just made no sense.
Every day he went to work at his housekeeping job and kept up appearances and maintained his place to live.
It was a strange thing for him to be doing. He was supposed to be tracking a killer, not cleaning toilets in Jasper, Alberta.
Every morning, he woke up with a taste of strange metal in his mouth, from constant unrest and the pull to move on.
If Kurtis had been here at some point, he was gone now, Rawle thought, and his trail was just growing colder and colder.
His instinct was that Kurtis was long gone.
Moved on down the province, probably to B.C. or one of the big Alberta cities, Calgary or Edmonton.
Why would he stay here?
He stood out too much. Everybody in town knows everyone else. Too dangerous for a man trying to hide and be anonymous.
The way people described the ‘John Dee’ guy was like they hated him.
Why would he stay in a place where no one liked him?