Dead Past - 4 by Beverly Connor

Author:Beverly Connor [Connor, Beverly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Detective, Mystery, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Detective and mystery stories, Forensic anthropologists, Mystery & Detective, Fiction - Mystery, General, Women forensic anthropologists, Georgia, Mystery fiction, Women Sleuths, Fallon; Diane (Fictitious character), Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9780451412348
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2007-02-06T08:00:00+00:00

“OK, Diane,†Frank said after washing down a bite of pizza with a swal ow of beer, “tel me about your day.â€

His blue green eyes glittered with amusement. “Why do you think you wil need an alibi?â€

Diane related the entire mess as they sat at her dining table eating pepperoni, mushroom, and sausage pizza. She started with Blake Stanton trying to hijack her car and ended with McNair taking the evidence.

“Now both Blake Stanton and Marcus McNair are murdered. A city councilman would like me to be the kil er, for some reason I can’t fathom.â€

When she finished, Frank was no longer smiling; his eyes didn’t have that wrinkle in the corners they got when he was amused.

“Why didn’t you tel me about the attempted carjacking?†he asked.

“It paled in comparison to finding Star,†said Diane. She cleared off her oak dining table and threw the pizza box in the trash. She put the other pizza he brought in the refrigerator. Frank always brought more food than they could possibly eat. A consequence, he said of coming from a family with two older brothers and an older sister.

“You are also important to me,†he said when she returned to the table with coffee.

“I know, but it was over, and there would be plenty of opportunities to tel you.â€

“It must have been terrifying, facing a crazed kid with a bloody stump and a gun.â€

“Scary perhaps. He looked mainly pathetic, except for the gun. But what I real y need is to find out who kil ed him and who kil ed McNair—and Joana Cipriano. You know, everything we’ve found out about her doesn’t point to everything we’ve found out about her doesn’t point to a person involved in criminal activity. Actual y, I don’t know that McNair was involved in anything criminal. It’s just that I wouldn’t put it past him.â€

They moved to her living room. She turned on some music—jazz violin played by Stephan Grappel i—opened up her drapes so they could watch the fal ing snow, and snuggled up with Frank on her large burgundy and gray striped sofa. She had liked the colors when she got it, but now she wasn’t sure.

“Why don’t you leave it to Garnett and his detectives?†asked Frank, kissing her temple.

“Because

they

aren’t

being

accused

of

murder—twice,†countered Diane.

“Neither are you, real y. Just by some crazy woman and a councilman of questionable motives. I know Adler. He’s not aboveboard himself.â€

Diane turned her head to face him. “You think he could be involved in something il egal with his nephew?â€

“Wouldn’t surprise me. But he’s smart enough to make sure nothing leads to him.â€

“Would he have his own nephew kil ed?†asked Diane.

“That I don’t know. Some days I’d say yes. But hiring a hit is dicey. More often than not, it backfires.â€

Diane put her hands to her temples. “I’ve got book titles swimming in my head, and I’m not even sure that Joana’s death had anything to do with books. I’m just at a loss. I’ve been locked out of the information on McNair’s crime scene.

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