Case of the Great Danish by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2018-07-26T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8 – Gilbert Kennels

Being as normal as I could act, we moved across from Paris, trying not to look at everyone's faces, and stopped in front of the Tower Bridge in the London replica. It was amazing really.

The incredible detail of the... That isn't why we're here, Fin, now focus!

Focus, focus, act normal. What is normal?

I felt like I must have looked the most suspicious person in the place as I faked looking at the exhibit when my attention was on Paris. I kept looking at the working clock in Big Ben. It was a couple minutes to five when a young man in a New York Yankee's coat and stocking cap walked right up to Paris and turned his back to it and started looking around at the people milling all about.

He couldn't have been more than eighteen, with the wispy facial hair some boys tried to grow, but couldn't quite pull off. He took off his gloves, stuffed them in his pockets, and blew into his hands. I slowly moved along the London exhibit, glancing over my shoulder to see that indeed, he wasn't looking at any exhibits, just standing there, looking hopefully at each person who passed by.

I was sure after watching the boy for a few minutes that he had to be the one that was supposed to pick up that drop money, and he had no clue who he was meeting or why. The way he kept checking the time on his cell and kept looking hopefully at every person who even came near.

I realized that I was watching a Harlem Patty Cake going down.

Where some unsavory character hires someone off the street to pick up or deliver a package without asking any questions, for a large sum of money for their time. It insulated the criminal from the delivery and left the unsuspecting person they hired to be the patsy if anything went south. This poor kid would be on the hook for manslaughter and accepting the payment for... as Jane put it, stolen property. Though I call it what it is, ransom.

With ninety-nine percent surety, this kid could lead us to the perp. Heh, I got to say perp. That's what the police called them right? Or is it just suspect until they prove he was the perpetrator in court? My Jerk Cop only smirks at me when I try to use the vernacular on the procedural police dramas on TV.

Time to call the Cavalry. I knew she was going to be so mad at me for doing exactly what she told me not to, but she's in the wrong place, and it would take fifteen or twenty minutes to get here from where she is in this storm. Ten minutes on a good day.

But that is why I waited until I was sure. At least we can try to save poor Tinkerbell. And since the boy was here, that told me the person behind the dognapping hasn't heard the news that Mrs.

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