BOROVSKY’S GOLD a gripping crime thriller you won’t want to put down (Frank Doy Book 7) by DAN LATUS

Author:DAN LATUS [LATUS, DAN]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books crime thriller and mystery
Published: 2021-07-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

She got out of the car and strode towards me briskly. She meant business.

‘Morning, Lindsay.’

‘Can we talk, Frank?’

‘What about? The last I heard, you were under arrest. You need a lawyer, not the likes of me.’

She shook her head impatiently. ‘Never mind all that.’

‘Did they let you out on bail?’

She gave me a steely look. ‘I didn’t kill Jules, and I didn’t shoot Greg Jackson’s man either. OK? Can we get past that?’

‘People thought you did — some of it, at least.’

‘Yeah, well. That’s their problem.’

Hers, too, I would have thought. But they had let her out. And here she was, standing right in front of me.

‘So what do you want, Lindsay?’

‘I want you to help me find the gold.’

‘The same old thing, eh?’

‘The same old thing.’

She seemed intent on pressing on regardless, but things were different. Her partner was dead, for one thing. For another, I knew for sure now that it was a waste of time, and always had been.

‘Look, Lindsay, I never really wanted anything to do with your project. I only come to see you and Jules because I thought it might be useful, for both of us. It wasn’t. Jules showed me the door, remember?’

‘Well, he’s gone now. The situation is different.’

Poor Jules. Was the grieving done already?

‘It is different,’ I said firmly. ‘You’re right about that. And now I’m even less interested in your offer, or in taking part in this madness, than I was to start with. Forget it! OK?’

‘You’ve been frightened off, haven’t you? Who’s got to you, Frank?’

‘Come on, Lindsay, for Chrissake! Your partner is dead, and for what? Nothing! Get a life — move on.’

‘You’re in it, aren’t you? You’ve got some angle going. I just don’t know yet what it is.’

I sighed wearily. ‘Just go away, Lindsay. Like Greg Jackson is doing. Go away. Do yourself a favour — and me.’

‘You’ll not get away with it,’ she said bluntly, glaring at me. ‘Whatever it is you’re doing, I’ll put a stop to it.’

* * *

After she left I felt thoroughly dispirited. What she was doing was nonsense. Even more so now, after Jules’s death. Yet she couldn’t see it, and I couldn’t make her see it.

My mood didn’t improve much when I saw the familiar cop car appear along the track. I sighed wearily but decided I had to make an effort. Bill Peart was going to get suspicious otherwise.

He climbed out of his vehicle. ‘Anything been happening here?’

‘Not much,’ I lied. ‘How about you?’

‘It’s bedlam,’ he said cheerfully.

That meant he was busy, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Probably something to do with the weather. Frost and sunshine today. Much better than low cloud and incessant rain.

‘Coffee on?’ he asked.

I shook my head. ‘The staff are too busy. We’ll have to make it ourselves today, Bill. But come on in.’

‘What time do you start work, actually?’ he asked, sitting down at the table and pushing my breakfast things aside.

‘Just after lunch, usually. Don’t tell me you’ve been up all night?’

‘Not really.

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