Deadly Deception (An Artisan Mystery Book 1) by Rushford Patricia H

Author:Rushford, Patricia H. [Rushford, Patricia H.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-05-31T04:00:00+00:00

Michael would have worn a hole in the rug if he’d been able to walk. Instead of pacing, he’d let his mind run wild and come up with far too many scenarios of what could have happened to Carolyn.

Marla had been gone for over an hour. Carolyn had the burner phone he’d given her but it was going straight to voicemail. She had to know that he and Marla would be worried. He checked his cell for the umpteenth time. Nothing.

He was just setting it back on the coffee table when it buzzed. Marla. “Did you find her?”

“I did. I was able to track the GPS on the rental.”

“And?” Relief came and then left just as quickly.

“The car is parked in the Burke’s driveway. And Brian’s car is right beside it.” She hesitated. “Something else. Do you know where they live?”

“I have an address, but never had a chance to go by the house.”

“On a bluff maybe a couple hundred feet from where you were shot.”

“So one of them could have been the shooter?”

“You’re thinking Brian? It’s a possible, I suppose, but….”

“Have you called for back-up?”

“Um—no. I thought I’d check things out first.”

“Marla, that’s not a good idea.”

“I could say I’m following up on the shooting.”

He sighed. “No. Radio in your intentions and make sure your superiors are okay with it. And wait for back up.”

He heard the dial tone before he’d finished speaking.

Michael hung up. “I don’t like this one bit.” Instead of settling down to rest, he put in a call to his partner for an update. Doug should have checked out the list of names from hotel security by now. And he wanted to give him a heads up on Carolyn and Marla’s location.

“Calhoun.” His partner’s voice sounded coarser than usual. “Hey, Stedman. I figured you’d be calling. I can’t talk right now.”

“What’s going on?”

“You know that list of names from the hotel? The guy working security the night of the big party is dead. We got a call from his girlfriend. She found him in his apartment.”

“Girlfriend? I thought the guy was married with kids. A Greg something.”

“McNeil. He was supposed to be working. He apparently traded shifts with the dead guy at the last minute.”

Michael leaned forward pressing a hand to his head. “Any leads?”

“Nothing so far. The crime unit is processing the scene. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll come by later and fill you in on the details.”

“Right. Details.” His sarcasm went unanswered as Doug had already ended the call.

Michael bashed his fist into the arm of his recliner, glad for the cushion. The last thing he needed was to break his hand. He had to settle down. With his injury he wouldn’t be much help anyway. If fact, he wasn’t supposed to be working the case at all. He was lucky Doug and Marla were keeping him abreast of their findings. They could keep him out of the loop completely.

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