Clearwater Journals by Al Rennie

Author:Al Rennie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, mystery, excop, clearwater beach
Publisher: Al Rennie

Joe Holiday—Boy Hero

Just after eight that evening, I walked up the beach and ate at IHOP. Mia had to be careful not to spend too much time with me because her boss was “in a mood” and the restaurant was busy for that time of day. She surreptitiously asked about Langdon as she handed me a menu the second I sat down. I quietly assured her that she had been great. She had got him to work with us. I told her that I had spent the afternoon going over his notes.

“When you get off work, we can talk about some of the things we need to do next. I’ve got a quick blonde joke for you,” I said before I ordered. “Do you know how to get a blonde to laugh at a joke on Saturday?”

“You and the blonde jokes,” Mia groaned. “Okay I’ll bite—no I won’t bite. But I am curious. How do you get a blonde to laugh at a joke on Saturday?”

“Tell it to her on Wednesday,” I replied as I noticed the fat manageress giving me the evil eye again. “I’ll meet you out at your car after you get off. Your boss is shooting daggers at me again. I guess we better cool it when you whistle while you work.”

Later that night, after we had had a bite to eat, then showered and cleaned up we crawled into bed. Mia was nude under the cool sheet. She was lying on her stomach and propped up in the crook of my right armpit. As I gently stroked her butt, I told her the short form version of what I had learned from Langdon’s notes. I told her about the agreement Langdon had forced me to make before he gave me his computer pages. I was very careful to avoid any negative references to her family and my stubborn suspicions about their possible involvement. Iron clad alibi aside—I still wasn’t convinced. I told her that our chances of success were greater than before and asked her if she was prepared to visit Eddie Ralston in jail. I told her the logical steps we had to follow from here. She was happy. She kissed my chest and nibbled.

“What was the hero story about you and your partner that Langdon mentioned at lunch?”

“Hardly a hero story,” I replied quietly talking to the top of her head. She kissed me again.

“Come on. Don’t be shy. Tell me Joey.” Her fingers danced lightly down my chest and across my stomach.

“It’s not anything really, but if you’re going to punch me or pinch me, I’ll talk.”

“I may do worse than that Honey boy if you try to hold out on me.”

“Okay,” I sighed resigned to telling the story I’d all but forgotten. “Here goes. Hank Nolan and I were partners in the Don River section of Toronto where the river dumps into Lake Ontario. The Don River kind of snakes its way through Toronto from north to south and by the

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