Black Swan (A Sam Acquillo Hamptons Mystery) by Chris Knopf

Author:Chris Knopf
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-16T01:15:00+00:00

I spent another two hours of unmolested time wandering around the country club, holding to the faint hope that I'd spot Axel or some clue to his whereabouts. Though the odds were long, I didn't see it as entirely fruitless, remembering what my cop friend Joe Sullivan said about professional detective work: "Most of our success comes from the ability to withstand the kind of boring crap that would kill an ordinary person."

At the end of those two hours I'd gotten nowhere, but the boredom came to an end when a little blue and white car plastered with insignias and flashing a roof-mounted yellow light careened around me and put on its brakes. I slowed as the car slowed and stopped when it pulled to the side of the road. I waited until a guy got out, then went around him and continued on my way. In my rear view mirror I saw him scramble back into his car, which quickly sped up behind me again, its headlights blinking along with the yellow bubble-gum machine. I ignored him.

This continued until we came to a relatively straight patch of road, which he used to race past me and then skid to a stop, the rear end of the car swinging around until it effectively blocked my passage. I considered ramming him, but I wasn't driving my own car. I watched the guy leap out and stalk over to my door, which he rapped with his knuckles.

He was a young guy, with a pale, blotchy and almost hairless face. He wore a generic security guard's uniform, including a military hat, out from which sprang sprigs of thin red hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" he said, when I rolled down the window.

"Driving down the street. What the hell are you doing?"

"This is private property."

I looked around.

"Looks like a street to me," I said.

"It's a private street."

"So what?"

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Joy riding."

He looked into the back seat where the Feys had left some plastic bags filled with who-knows-what.

"What's in the bags?" the guy asked.

"None of your business."

"I need to examine those bags," he said.

"Not a chance."

"Get out of the car," he said.

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