A Little Night Murder by J.S. Cook

Author:J.S. Cook
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: _fathead62, Suspense
ISBN: 9781627981613
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

IT FELT good to be back in old New York, back among the familiar streets where I’d grown up, playing stickball in the vacant lots and stealing apples from old man Schultz’s store. I turned a corner and stepped into Lipinski’s butcher shop, thinking I’d pick up a nice roast to take home to Ma. She’d been working real hard lately, and I wanted her to have something nice, a good meal for a change.

I heard the little bell tinkle on top of the door as I went in, and Dutch Lipinski smiled at me from behind the counter. Dutch was wearing his usual apron, but this one had “Be Happy” printed on it in bold black letters. “You,” he said, pointing at me. “Come here. You I’ve been looking for. Listen to me.” A door opened somewhere in the back of the shop, and a young man stepped through. “You know my son, Sam?” Sam was about twenty-two, with thick, curling black hair and a tightly groomed mustache, and lashes long enough to qualify as sinful. “You and Sam, you work it out. I got nothing to say about it.”

Then the shop went away, and I was lying in a rumpled bed in a small apartment high above the city. Sam Lipinski was lying beside me, his tongue curling around and around my nipple while one hand worked my cock in a slow, luxurious rhythm. I started to say something, but he kissed me, and the kiss went on and on, and his hand sped up, and I came with a groan that woke me up just in time to hear the phone ring.

It was still dark outside, not even the tiniest slit of light showing underneath my blackout blinds. I rolled over and picked up the phone. “Yeah?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Sam? What time is it?” The luminous numbers on my alarm clock told me it was 5:00 a.m.

“They pulled a body out of the water down in Quidi Vidi.” He sounded tired, and I wondered what time they’d called him out of bed. “It matches Mrs. Roarke’s description.”

I pulled on my clothes and fumbled around in the dark ’til I got the gas lit in the kitchen and made myself a quick cup of coffee. There was no time for a shave, but I did it anyway, somehow managing not to cut my own throat in the process. In less than half an hour, I was out the door and flagging down the single cab that just happened to be cruising down Water Street. “Take me to Quidi Vidi?”

“Sure thing, mac.” The driver’s gaze met mine in the rearview mirror. “Hey, Frank! How’s tricks?”

I knew that voice, and in spite of circumstances and the ungodly hour, I laughed out loud. “Goddammit, Mark Donnelly. What the hell are you doing here, boy?”

He grinned. “Last time I saw you, you were working for Nicky Brooks.”

“Christ, it’s good to see you.” I meant it. Don’t get me wrong, St.

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