Dead In Red by L.L. Bartlett

Author:L.L. Bartlett
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: murder on the mind, lorraine bartlett, paranormal, murder investigation, psychic detective, amateur sleuth, drag queens, mysterythriller, brothers, ll bartlett, lorna barrett, jeff resnick mysteries, mystery, buffalo ny, brain injury, mystery novel, jeff resnick mystery, mystery ebook, psychological suspense, mystery book, cheated by death, mystery detective
Publisher: L.L. Bartlett
Published: 2011-02-01T22:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER 13

My second Friday at the bar was pretty much a repeat of the week before, except this time the customers had accepted Walt’s departure from this world and the talk was back to sports.

I’m not the world’s biggest sports nut. I can hold my own in conversations about basketball and football, but baseball and golf leave me yawning. I didn’t want to dwell on my upcoming evening with Maggie, either, so I had a lot of time to think about Walt’s death and what I did and didn’t know about it.

If I hadn’t been working, I might’ve accomplished more with my half-assed investigation. Like taking a look at Cyn Lennox’s home, not that it would tell me anything more about her. I realized I knew virtually nothing about little workaholic Eugene Higgins other than he was Cyn’s nephew. And how was I going to find out anything about him? I could tail him after we both got out of work, but I wasn’t sure I had the stamina that a stakeout would require.

It bugged me that Walt hadn’t fought against his attacker. Could he have been unconscious at the time? The newspaper reports hadn’t mentioned any kind of head injury. Had he been drugged or even drunk? How long would it take for the crime lab to come back with a blood and tissue workup? They’d already closed the books on Walt’s murder and weren’t likely to prosecute Buchanan for months, so what was the hurry anyway—at least from the cops’ or prosecutor’s perspective?

Walt had been re-dressed and dumped behind the mill. If Cyn had been involved in his death, it would be pure stupidity to dump the body behind her place of work, and Cyn didn’t strike me as brainless. And yet, the flash of insight I’d had of Walt in her office was really the only evidence I had against her—pretty insubstantial at best. The two pairs of shoes were somehow connected . . . but how? It couldn’t have been a coincidence that Cyn owned the shoes Walt had copied. For one thing, I didn’t believe in coincidences despite the fact Cyn’s vacation home’s address and the storage locker number had been the same.

I could go back to Walt’s apartment and soak myself in whatever was left of him, but I didn’t think that would yield any results, either.

A dull pounding in my skull told me I needed to take a break from this train of thought—especially if I wanted to be in any shape to socialize later in the day. But suddenly something else occurred to me. That flash of insight I’d experienced in Cyn’s office hadn’t been from Walt’s perspective. Someone had been looking at him, had experienced seeing Walt’s smile of pleasure. I tried to refocus on the image but it wouldn’t come. I’d been so obnoxious that there was no way Cyn was ever going to let me back in to soak up any leftover vibes, and I could kick myself for not thinking of it when I’d gone back to the mill to talk to Dana Watkins.

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