Boystown 10: Gifts Given (Boystown Mysteries) by Marshall Thornton

Author:Marshall Thornton [Thornton, Marshall]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-17T06:00:00+00:00

Eleven

I left Sugar’s, walked back to the Hancock and picked up the rental—finding it again made me feel like I’d won the Lotto. I drove back to the rental office in Boystown and turned the car in. The clerk gave me a funky look. I’d had the car for less than six hours and driven eleven miles. She had to be thinking I could have taken a cab for far less. I paid for a gallon of gas after she rounded up.

Afterward, I walked over to my office. The sun had set and the wind was beginning to die down. When it got dark that early I always had a strange sense of the day ending before it was meant to. Walking into my office, I found the air cold and stale. I hadn’t been there in a while, so I turned on my space heater and flipped the switch on my answering machine so I could listen to my messages. Three hang-ups and a man named O’Hara who wanted me to call back with my rates.

The hang-ups gave me the creeps. Were they from yesterday? Was it Rita checking to see if I was in my office? Was she trying to figure out whether to leave the cookies here? What about all the other hang-ups over the last year? Were they Rita, too? It was a disturbing thought.

I lit a cigarette and thought about how I wanted all this to turn out. Actually, that part was pretty easy. What I wanted, what I really wanted, was for Rita Lindquist and her boyfriend to go to prison. It would be nice if Gloria went with them and it would be nice if all that happened without Vincent Renaldi losing his job.

Of course, Rita wasn’t just going to let that happen. She would try to stop me. In fact, the cookies may have been meant as a warning. If I kept trying to put her in prison she’d probably keep trying to hurt me.

I had to think about where I was vulnerable. What could she do to me that might actually make me stop? Her specialty was blackmail. There were very few things in my life that would make me succumb; in fact, probably none. It wasn’t that I was an angel, it was that I simply didn’t care anymore what people knew about me. Joseph knew my darkest secrets and still loved me. And my job was not dependent on anyone’s good opinion. In fact, in my profession a little bit of bad was a good thing.

To stop me Rita would have to kill me and—despite her foray into baked goods—I wasn’t sure she could kill. Damage, maim, harass, threaten, blackmail, those were her tools of the trade. Murder? I wasn’t so sure.

I wondered exactly who I’d be turning Rita and Bill over to. The FBI? The FDIC? The Chicago Board of Trade? I should probably leave that part up to Vincent. Yeah, that’s what I should do. Vincent needed

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