DEADLY MOVES by J. M. Venturini

DEADLY MOVES by J. M. Venturini

Author:J. M. Venturini
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: By Jove


CHAPTER 42

Workman’s Comp

“Look at this one partner,” shouted McMurray to Lola. She had just appeared from the record stacks with yet another dusty records box.

“Whatcha got?”

“Woman in ’92, a Sarah Marie Whitehall, didn’t report her husband missing until thirty-three days later. Who waits that long? Damn, there’s no follow up from a detective assigned to the case.”

“Who’s took the call?”

“Sargent Willy Sabean. You heard of him? Name doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Nope. Probably sat on a desk getting hemorrhoids near the end of his twenty and retired soon after. We’ll reach out to him later. Hopefully he’s still got a pulse, isn’t drooling in his oatmeal, and somehow remembers Sarah. Cross your fingers that he asked why it took the wife so long to report her husband among the missing,” said Lola.

Dumping the cardboard box onto the old Steelcase desk she blew off the fine layer of dust off the top. Coughing she pulled up a chair and settled in not expected much to come from her efforts.

“Hmmm, no record of her calling again. No stiff ever turned up that fit the description she gave. And get this, she went into the wind like her old man when detectives tried to follow up. The info she gave was phony ‘n couldn’t track her down. Weird shit.”

“Who did the follow up? Any kids or relatives?”

“No record of the shield who followed up but it says here she had a kid. No name though. Why didn’t she wanna track the hubby and get him to pay for junior after he flew the coop? Momma was forty-eight, no job history, so no income there. Hah, sez the hubby sold typewriter ribbons and carbon paper, remember that shit? Typin’ up reports on triplicate was a bitch, then half the sheet’s covered with Whiteout blobs or X-outs. Ah, you’re too young and missed all that shit. Sarah musta had a sugar daddy stashed somewhere to pay the bills since her breadwinner went bye-bye. Either she started turning tricks ‘cause she listed housewife as occupation, or she split to go mooch off the kindness of strangers. In any case, she never returned.”

“That’s enough unknowns to put Sarah Marie Whitehall’s on top of the follow-up pile. After we go through these two boxes there’s only one more year to go,” said Lola reaching in to pull out a file.

“Fuck, another paper cut,” she complained sucking on the tip of her right index finger

“Workman’s comp, partner, write it up,” said McMurray.

“You think they’d have all this shit digitized by now.”

“Not when they have lackeys like us to sit here and waste taxpayer’s money.”

The two ceased any further chatter until Lola’s phone broke the silence. McMurray saw her swipe it to voicemail.

A few more moments passed.

“I give, that Dante or Tim? Or did I just cross the line?” asked McMurray knowing full well he did.

“Crossed? You crushed the fuckin’ line but it’s no big secret … It was Tim.”

“Gave him the brush off because?”

“No brush off, I’m working. And before you ask, haven’t had the talk yet,” said Lola.



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