Dead Man's Axe by Bing Turkby

Author:Bing Turkby [Turkby, Bing]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bing Turkby
Published: 2022-05-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

It was exactly one cup of coffee past midnight, and Dana had worn a groove in her carpet from pacing. She was thinking hard. More accurately, she was stressing out.

There was no way she could go back to sleep after the dream she’d just had. Her subconscious brain had clocked the details that her waking mind hadn’t taken in at the time she attended the gig with Brody. And now it had demanded her attention, and replayed the gig for her.

Now she looked back on it, it was obvious. The marks of age that Nikau had made on his cheap guitar to make it look like an old one. They were real. It wasn’t a cheap, new guitar pretending to be an old one. He was using an actual 1961 Draydon Weka. And, going from the photo’s she’d seen of Gene Stevens’ guitar, she was confident it was his one.

Well, she would find out for sure once she called the police and they went to have a look.

She mentally kicked herself. She should have been the one to look around Nikau’s house, not Wade. He wouldn’t know a classic guitar from a bag of spanners. He probably walked right past it.

No, that’s not fair. Wade would surely have asked Dana to check any guitars he found in Nikau’s house, so it mustn’t have been there. Left in a rehearsal room or something, perhaps.

But why did Nikau have that guitar? She still found it hard to imagine that Nikau could have killed Gene. Was all of Nikau’s talk about Gene being an amazing mentor just play-acting?

If Nikau had done it, surely he would know that he couldn’t get away with it forever. Especially if he was taking the guitar out to gigs. Dana paused her pacing for a second. There’s no way he’d be so stupid as to kill someone, steal an extremely valuable guitar, and then take it out and play it in front of dozens of people.

Nikau didn’t seem the monumentally stupid type.

In that case, maybe he was an evil genius, and had decided to hide in plain sight.

Dana feet decided to resume their pacing, while her brain was busy with all these thoughts.

She sighed. There was no use putting it off any longer. She had to call Wade, and let him decide what to do.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that nobody who could play guitar that well could possibly be a murderer. She knew it didn’t make any sense, but that was how she felt. Was she just letting her sympathy for the young, disadvantaged boy cloud her judgement? Was he playing her, just as masterfully as he played guitar?

She shook it off, and picked up her phone.

Ten more minutes of nervous pacing later, Wade and Detective Shaw were at her flat, picking her up to go to Nikau’s house.

Wade’s face was sleep-creased and his eyes were bleary. Dana supposed she didn’t look any better. And she’d had the devil of a time figuring out what clothes to wear when going to possibly arrest someone.

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