A Weapon of Choice by Jennifer L Jennings

Author:Jennifer L Jennings [Jennings, Jennifer L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-07-08T04:00:00+00:00

I spent the next hour scribbling down some notes and by 10:00, I was heading southbound on the turnpike to Somerville. With any luck, Ryan Frazier or his wife would be home.

Chapter 15

Somerville, a suburb of Boston, reminded me of a mini Cambridge with its squares and tree lined streets. Ryan and his wife lived on the second floor of a condo on the north side of town.

It was almost 11:00 when I parked my car on the street reserved for residents only. I figured my car wouldn’t be towed within the hour, so I took a chance. As I approached the condo, I noticed a blonde woman standing on the sidewalk just outside the building. Those form fitting jeans and halter top revealed just how skinny she was. Bones stuck out everywhere in her back, and she reminded me of an emaciated supermodel. She had several tattoos of Chinese symbols on her back. One of her arms was covered in multi-colored tattoos.

I casually walked around to get a look at her face, and that’s when I recognized her.

I lingered for a few minutes, pretending to text, as I tried to listen to her conversation.

When she ended the conversation she started heading toward the condo.

This was my chance.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Are you Heather Frazier?”

She stopped and turned to look at me intently. Her face wasn’t as pretty in real life. “Yes?”

I told her my name and who I was. “Your niece Candice hired me to look into her mother’s death. Have you seen Candice lately?”

Heather cocked her head as if she didn’t understand the question. Finally, she said, “I saw Candice at the funeral. That was probably the last time. I’ve been meaning to get in touch with her …”

Her voice trailed off and I got the impression she was embarrassed.

“Where is your husband?” I asked. “I’d like to speak with him it’s that’s okay.”

She glanced at her watch. “He’s probably still sleeping. He didn’t get home until one this morning.”

I waited a beat to see if she’d explain why, but she didn’t.

I asked, “Does he still work at a night club called the Cinderella?”

She hesitated. “Yeah, why?”

I figured I’d just come right out and ask her. “DO you remember if he was working on the night of April third?”

“What night of the week was that?”

“A Friday.”

“Then yes, he was working,” she said with confidence. “He works every Friday night.”

“Sorry I have to ask this, but where were you the night Melanie died?”

If the question made her feel uncomfortable, she didn’t show it. “I was in Florida from Thursday to Sunday. I had to clean out a storage unit.”

“By the way, why did you and Ryan move back here from Florida?”

“Ryan didn’t like his job,” she said. “And he missed the seasons, I guess.”

I had a feeling there was more to that story, but decided I’d let it go for the time being. “Does your husband keep in touch with Gregory?”

Heather shifted her purse from one shoulder to the next as if she was starting to get antsy.

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