Buffalo Bayou Blues (The Bill Travis Mysteries Book 15) by George Wier

Author:George Wier [Wier, George]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Flagstone Books
Published: 2017-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

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We got back into the car, with Johnny sitting up front, so both Cottonmouth and I could keep our eyes on him, and Cottonmouth and Horner in the back seat.

“This thing’s moving a little too quicky for me,” I said, as I started the motor.

“How do you think I’m being affected?” Horner asked.

“Shut up, Dale,” Cottonmouth said.

“I’m going to make a phone call or two before we go anywhere,” I said.

Johnny nodded. Johnny—either I couldn’t remember his last name, or I hadn’t heard it as yet—was a big man, with as much fat on his massive frame, apparently, as muscle. The top of his head was shaven clean, but he sported a close-cropped goatee that had a few shoots of silver in it. It’s impossible, sometimes, to tell a bald man’s exact age, but I pegged Johnny for his mid-to-late fifties.

I called Gresham’s number.

“Gresham,” he answered.

“You usually work the night shift?” I asked.

“I work them all, sometimes straight. How can I help you, Mr. Travis?”

“Okay, I’ve activated my Ranger status. I’ve got Dale Horner in the vehicle with me, and he’s taking me to see if we can find Clark Tanis, who happens to be his stepson.”

“Well crap. You do like to move things along.”

“Not time like the present,” I said.

“How can I help?” he asked.

“I want to see if you can locate a Last Will and Testament for Mr. Atwell. It might be at his trailer on the Atwell, Inc., property.”

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hold on a second, Detective Gresham,” I said. Then, “What?”

“If someone goes in that trailer, they may want to watch out for Peanut,” Horner said.

“Who the hell is Peanut?” I asked.

“Peanut is Jimmy’s pitbull. The dog will have whoever goes in there for lunch.”

“Thanks,” I said. Then into the phone, “Make sure the officers are aware of a pitbull dog by the name of Peanut. You may want to take along an Animal Control Officer, just in case the dog needs subduing.”

“Okay. I’m writing that down. Why are we looking for Mr. Atwell’s will?”

“Possible motive, I’d say. I want to know to whom everything goes, now that he’s dead.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“I’ll let you know. Also, we may be bringing Mr. Tanis in. Where should I take him?”

“I’ll want to talk to him. I have a warrant out for him now. And Mrs. Horner wasn’t home.”

“She’s supposedly on the yacht at the Atwell pier. And tell your officers there are a couple of security bozos on the place.” Then to Horner, I asked, “What are their names, again?”

“Oh. That would be Weller and Price,” Horner stated. “And they’re not bozos. They are the best security men money can buy.”

“Horner says the two bozos are Weller and Price. I didn’t like the cut of their jib. If they give your people any trouble, pull their licenses and put them under arrest for hindering an investigation.”

“Okay. Is that it?”

“That’s for starters,” I said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“I’m sure I’ll find out.”

I hung up.

“Shit,” Horner said.

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