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MORTAL DILEMMA

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MORTAL DILEMMA

A MATT ROYAL MYSTERY

H. TERRELL GRIFFIN

Copyright ©2016 by H. Terrell Griffin

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, businesses, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

ISBN 978-1-60809-174-4

Published in the United States of America by Oceanview Publishing

Longboat Key, Florida

www.oceanviewpub.com

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PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

In memory of my friend
Jeanie R. Austin
A Woman of Distinction
1933-2000

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Writing, I have come to conclude, requires both passion and dedication. Perhaps, in the absence of passion, there would be no dedication, and the author's story would never be told. I am lucky to have had the passion for writing since I was old enough to begin to understand that there was a person, a writer, behind the stories I so enjoyed. But, alas, I lacked the dedication that is necessary for the storyteller to translate the ramblings of his imagination into the written word.

The reason? I suppose it was my other passion, the law, and that passion was indeed a jealous mistress, demanding all of my time and energy. I still love the law, if not the way it's practiced today, but when I retired from the profession, I found that I had time to engage my earlier passion, writing. With the encouragement of my wife Jean, who'd seen me through ollege and law school and the many years of trying lawsuits, I embarked on what I term the icing on the cake of my life—writing mysteries.

So now, I offer you, the reader, the tenth book in the Matt Royal series. I hope you will find it acceptable, because you, my friends, are perhaps the most important part of the process. If you didn't read my books, I'm afraid I'd lose interest in writing them.

I am backstopped by friends who read chunks of the manuscript as they come out of the printer. They edit it, make suggestions, give
me ideas, and encourage me to soldier on. Peggy Kendall, David Beals, Lloyd Deming, Chris Griffin, and Jean Griffin are my long-suffering teammates whose input always makes my books better. This particular work is in essence the brainchild of Lloyd Deming who suggested the theme of this story. Without Lloyd's input, this book would not have been written.

I am privileged to be one of the many writers in the Oceanview Publishing stable. Bob and Patricia Gussin, the company's founders, lead by example. They are hardworking, talented, and dedicated to publishing mysteries and thrillers. They manage to keep so many balls in the air at one time that it makes me tired just to contemplate it all.

Emily Baar, David Ivester, and Lee Randall find time in their busy schedules to talk to their authors, soothe our frazzled nerves, encourage us, pump up our egos, and lend a hand to any task with which we might need assistance. I miss Frank Troncale who retired last year, but I'm happy to report that his can-do spirit thrives even in his absence.

And while I am these days engaged in my oldest dream, writing, I would be remiss not to mention the passion that underlies it all, my family. My wife Jean, our sons Greg, Mike, and Chris, our daughter-in-law Judy, and our grandchildren Kyle and Sarah are the most precious gifts that any man could have bestowed upon him. They are the collective sun around which my life revolves.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

—William Butler Yeats

MORTAL DILEMMA

PROLOGUE

On the first day of November, in a little bar tucked away in the corner of a small shopping center on the north end of Longboat Key, I met the meanest man I'd ever known. Four days later, I killed him.

CHAPTER ONE

T
HURSDAY
, O
CTOBER
30

A
UTUMN WAS SETTLING
over the Florida peninsula, washing away the heat and humidity of the summer. I was chugging along the beach, pounding out my daily four-mile jog as the sun rose over the mainland. The surf was higher than usual, hitting the shore with an energy that was rare for our normally placid Gulf of Mexico. Far out at sea, dark clouds streaked by lightning hung low on the horizon. There was a storm out there somewhere, and the wind it generated was sending the surf rushing our way. If the storm moved onshore, we'd have a nasty day of rain and wind, but for now the sun shone brightly on the beach and the onshore breeze permeated with the smell of the sea tickled my senses. The air was soft and sweet and cool and my mind was full of images of my girl, the wondrous J. D. Duncan. She had been off-island for three days, working a murder case in the little panhandle town of Apalachicola. It seemed longer.

She would be coming home today, starting the six-hour drive right after she and the local law had finished comparing notes. She had not wrapped up the case, but she thought she had made some progress. She said that all she could see were shadows, fuzzy images that she could not quite bring into focus. She had found no clue as to who the bad guys were and she had not come up with a motive for the murder, except that it seemed tied directly to a Longboat Key cold case that
she had been looking into, an unsolved murder that had taken place three years before. It was that connection that had drawn her north.

My name is Matt Royal. I served in the U.S. Army, saw some combat, earned a law degree and practiced law in Orlando for a number of years. I tired of the rat race the law practice had become, lost my wife to divorce, sold everything I owned, and dropped out. I moved to Longboat Key, a small island that is ten miles long and half a mile wide at its broadest point. It lies just off the Southwest Florida coast between the small cities of Bradenton and Sarasota, south of Tampa Bay, about halfway down the peninsula. I had accumulated enough money to last the rest of my life if I were careful.

In the fall, which comes late to Florida, the somnolence of our summers gradually gives way to the frenetic energy brought about by the annual seasonal migration of the snowbirds, our friends from the north who winter with us each year. The island population grows exponentially by the week until the end of February when the key groans under the staggering weight of people, signaling the beginning of the height of the season. At Easter, they begin to leave, and by mid-May, when the heat and humidity of the long summer wraps the island like a hot, damp blanket, they're gone, and our key becomes a less interesting place.

But on this late October day, the snowbirds were slipping onto the island, the early arrivals fleeing the snow that was already clogging the roads back home. Every day brought more people into the bars and restaurants and out to the beaches. It was a time to renew the old friendships that waxed and waned with the seasons.

Jennifer Diane Duncan, the woman I love, is the Longboat Key police department's only detective. She had arrived on our island a couple of years before when her mother died and she inherited a condo on Longboat. She'd been a detective on the Miami-Dade police force for twelve years and risen to assistant homicide commander before
she decided to give up the fast lane that was Miami-Dade County and move to the relative quiet of Longboat Key. Our chief of police, Bill Lester, had jumped at the chance to hire her. She wormed her way into my affections over the first year she was on the key and we became lovers. She says that's not quite the case, but in reality she felt sorry for me and took me in as anybody with a heart would take in a stray puppy. To be frank, her version is probably closer to the truth.

The murder of a young man in North Florida was the first light to be shed on a three-year-old murder case that had no leads, no suspects, no motive, and not much chance of being solved. Four days before, on a Sunday, she had gotten a call, routed through the Longboat Key police switchboard, from the Franklin County sheriff's office. A twenty-five-year-old man named Jeremy Smithson had been shot the evening before and left to die beside a county road that snaked through Tate's Hell State Forest. A Franklin County deputy patrolling the desolate area found him at sun-up, but by the time Smithson arrived at the hospital, he was near death. He knew he was dying and asked to talk to the deputy who had found him. He didn't know who shot him, but he thought it might have to do with a murder he'd committed on Longboat Key three years before.

A man had offered to pay him ten thousand dollars to kill a woman who was living temporarily on Longboat. He'd get five thousand when he killed her and another five grand at the end of three years if he kept quiet and stayed out of trouble with the law. He took the job, snuck onto the key, shot the woman through the head with a pistol he'd been provided by the man who hired him, and left. He'd spent maybe thirty minutes on the island, tossed the pistol off the Longboat Pass Bridge on his way out, and left no trace that he'd ever been there.

Smithson did not know the name of the man who'd hired him, but he gave the deputy a good description. He'd only seen him once,
when he was given the money and the pistol and was told that if he didn't get the job done within the next week, he would be killed.

The dying man asked for a preacher, and told the deputy he was sorry about killing the woman. He knew it was wrong, but he thought Jesus might forgive him and take him into heaven since he confessed his sin, even though it was to a deputy sheriff and not to a man of God. Maybe the deputy could ask the preacher to hurry. He smiled, closed his eyes, and died.

Jeremy Smithson had lived in Franklin County most of his life, and the sheriff knew his family. The boy had been in trouble since his early teens, nothing too serious, but a steady stream of small-time crimes that had once landed him in a juvenile facility and later, when he was no longer a minor, a one-year stint in the county jail. Then he disappeared. The sheriff heard that Jeremy had moved out of state and was trying to turn his life around.

When the sheriff talked to Jeremy's parents about their son's murder, they told him that Jeremy had come up with five thousand dollars about three years before. He told them he'd won it in a scratch-off card game sponsored by the Florida State Lottery. The next day he left home. They heard from him occasionally, but had not seen him since he left. He told them he had been living in Birmingham, Alabama, and working in a bar in a less-than-desirable part of town. He asked that they keep his whereabouts a secret.

He showed up at their door the day before his death, late in the afternoon, and said he'd come for a visit, but that he had to see a man who owed him some money. He'd be back later in the evening. He never showed up.

The sheriff called the Longboat Key police department to inquire about any murders on the island about the time that the young man said he killed the woman. He talked to J.D. who remembered the case. It had happened shortly before she went to work for the Longboat
Key PD and replaced the retiring detective who had investigated the murder.

After she joined the LBKPD, she would occasionally review the file, hoping to find something that the other detective had missed. She had gotten nowhere with the investigation, and it haunted her.

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