Conspiracies and Stuff: A Dreamland Junction Mystery by Kendra Ashe

Author:Kendra Ashe [Ashe, Kendra]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-04-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Sitting across the table from Detective Moss, I did my best to ignore his asinine attitude. The interrogation room was dingy green, and not very comfortable, which is exactly how it was intended to be. It was easier to break a suspect if they were uncomfortable. At least that’s what Uncle Sonny always said.

“So Johnny Reyes left the Landing and returned later … about noon?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes. I guess he came back for lunch. I didn’t talk to him that time because Lavern got his table.”

“And why is that?”

“You already know why, Detective Moss. Because Rafe figured it would be less trouble if one of the other girls tended his table,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“So who left first, you or him?”

“I did. Like I said, my shift ended at 12:30. On my way home, I stopped at the carwash and the grocery store. After putting groceries away, I went next door to talk with Spencer.” I grumbled, annoyed at the fact that I had to repeat the same story twice.

“Can anyone verify this?” he asked, his face a stone mask.

Moss thought he was so cool. He probably hadn’t had this much action since his last trip to Black Jack’s whorehouse. Two murders in two days had to be some kind of record for Dreamland Junction.

“I have a time stamped receipt from the store, and old man Johnson saw me at the carwash. Now can I go? I want to talk to the ME.”

“Like hell you will!” Moss scowled. “You’re a suspect in this case … so don’t go around trying to solve it.”

Yeah right. Like he really believed telling me not to do something was going to work.

* * *

After spending most of my afternoon being questioned by hotshot Detective Moss, I was left with barely enough time to call the Riverside police and get some info on Mister Peterson’s death.

Like usual, I pretended to be officially representing my uncle and the Dreamland Police. It was the only way I could get them to give me any information, especially when it concerned an ongoing investigation. Although they’d ruled it an accident, if there were any doubts, they’d probably keep the case open, at least unofficially.

Unfortunately, the investigating officer wasn’t in, but I left a message for him to call.

I then shot a text to one of my Area 51 contacts. They kept untraceable phones to keep in contact with me, so it might be a day or two before I received a response.

Apparently untraceable also meant they kept their phones hidden in a drawer, and rarely plugged them in. If this were a matter of life and death, I’d be in big trouble.

Spencer was gone by the time I made it home. I was a little hurt that I’d spent the afternoon in an interrogation room, while he was off to Las Vegas chasing leads, but I couldn’t really blame him. I was the one who asked him to go talk to his abductee friends about the FIA.

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