EXCERPT from KILLER MOONSHINE
“I thought we weren’t going to take these kind of cases, murders, that sort of thing,” said Angel, staring at the other seniors.
“We thought so, too,” said Nine. “But this one is personal. Most of you know Maggie, who works at the General Store. She and her husband are good people and have worked for us for years now. They’re both in their seventies, or they were.”
“What do you mean?” asked Miller. “I saw them a few days ago.”
“Maggie said Duckie started to feel sick two days ago. She said he’d had a few drinks the night before, but nothing excessive. He woke up in the middle of the night with excruciating abdominal pain. She wanted to bring him to the clinic here, but he refused.”
“Why?” asked Wilson. “I’ve known Duckie for years. I would have handled him.”
“He didn’t want us to know he’d been drinking,” said Nine. “And we’re pretty damn sure he was drinking something he shouldn’t have been.”
“Why do you think that?” asked Rafe.
“He died from a formaldehyde overdose that started as methanol,” said Nine, staring at the room of men.
“Shit. He drank from a still,” said Baptiste.
“Yep. And we already know it was an illegal one. We’re doing this for Maggie,” said Gaspar. “Everyone cool with that?” The entire room echoed the response at the same time, with the same sentiment.
“Cool.”