Anthony Carrick Hardboiled Murder Mysteries: Box Set (Books 1 - 3) by Jason Blacker

Author:Jason Blacker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2016-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

NINE

Chapter 9

THE two detectives walked right past us and up to the stage. I got up and told Milo we should go and have a listen. So we joined the group as they all jostled around the detectives. I stood next to Frank.

"I'm Detective Cooper," said the fat one, "and this is Detective Simms. You probably know why we're here. We'd appreciate your cooperation as we investigate your colleague's death."

Cooper had to take a pause to catch his breath. He fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and patted his brow which was blistering sweat. His underarm was stained wet. I could smell his cheap musky cologne over his stench, much like rotten meat.

His colleague seemed cooler and more collected. Simms had his hands in his pockets and he carefully studied everyone in the group as he looked around slowly.

"I'm Frank Moody," said Frank, offering his hand to Cooper who was nearest us, "I'm the musical director and I'll be happy to do whatever we can to help."

Cooper shook his hand and nodded.

"We'll need to interview everyone. Shouldn't take long. Hopefully we can get you home in time for dinner. Those of you who eat late."

"Can you tell us what happened?" I asked, throwing my line in the shallow waters.

"Who're you?" asked Cooper.

"I'm the hired investigator who was brought on to look into this," I said, smiling like we were old pals.

Cooper wasn't having any of it.

"I don't think so. This is an ongoing investigation. We don't need your help," said Cooper. "Though what you can do is hand over any notes you already have."

Cooper put a big, soft meaty paw out towards me.

"I don't think so," I said.

Cooper frowned his face and he looked like a hairless bulldog only less friendly.

"What did you say?"

"I said I ain't helping you out, copper, unless you help me out."

"That's not how it works, son." He said that like he meant it though we were probably of similar age, only he wore it like a crumpled suit, and me, well I wore it like a fine dinner tux. "The police investigate homicides and the public, which includes you, help us."

"You've mistaken me for someone who believes in the NYPD," I said.

"Just hand it over and stop pissing around with us."

I shook my head. I kept smiling at him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Simms looking at me expressionless. His hands still thrust in his pockets. He was fondling the change in them. It didn't look good.

"We'll get it with a subpoena," said Cooper.

"If I'm still in town by the time you get it signed," I said.

"Let me talk to him," said Simms, looking at Cooper with a knowing nod. "Why don't you start on the interviews."

Cooper stared at his partner for a bit. Then he nodded and walked over to Frank and started asking him about the members of the orchestra.

"Could I have a moment of your time?" asked Simms, walking over to me.

He led me to a far corner of the stage.

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