Deadly Dreams by Victor J. Banis

Author:Victor J. Banis [Banis, Victor J.]
Language: nld
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Stanley, however, was in no hurry to quit the bedroom. “In a

minute,” he said, taking his cell phone from his pocket. He held a piece of toilet tissue in his other hand. Tom could see that he’d written on it with one of Daniella’s lipsticks, the markings looking like blood at a glance.

“What’s that?” Tom asked.

“A number, obviously. I wrote it down while I was in

there.”

“I can see that. I meant…”

“A telephone number, it appears to me.”

“Stanley, please don’t tell me you’ve concealed evidence

from the police. Not to mention Homeland Security.”

“I didn’t conceal anything. It was written on the mirror in

her bathroom. Well, not written, exactly. I mean, it had been written. I’m guessing she wrote it with her finger in the steam on the mirror. If you have just a trace of oil on your finger, or Vaseline, say, and you write on the glass, you don’t see it when the mirror is clear. But the glass steamed up when Carlson

washed his hands and when I went in after him, I thought I

could just see something ever so faintly, so I let the water run for a bit, until there was a nice head of steam, and then you could see it clearly. And, when I turned the water off, and

waited a minute or two, it disappeared again. It’s an old kid’s trick. Irene and I used to leave secret messages for one another.

Of course, they were just nonsense, they didn’t really mean

anything. I expect this doesn’t either.”

“Stanley, for Pete’s sake, you should have said something to

Bryce about it. Or wait to tell Homeland, anyway.”

“There’s no reason why Bryce and Carlson couldn’t discover

it the same way I did. They are Homicide Inspectors, after all.

Damn it, Carlson was in there, washing his hands. If he’d

waited around, let the water run a minute longer, if he’d even 134 Victor J. Banis

been paying attention instead of riding my butt, he’d have seen it the same as I did.”

“Even so…”

“As for Homeland, well, what makes you think I won’t share

it with Mister Hannibal—when he gets here?” He was busy

punching in a number on his cell phone.

Tom hesitated. It went against the grain for him, to conceal

evidence from the investigating officers. At the same time, his own detective’s curiosity was in high gear. Plus, he couldn’t help thinking it was damned clever of Stanley to have discovered the number. A number, written in a sort of invisible ink, on the

mirror of Daniella’s bathroom. It had to be significant. Who

would go to that much trouble to record the number, say, of the local pizza delivery shop?

After a moment, Stanley made a moue of disappointment,

and switched off his phone. “Out of service,” he said.

§ § § § §

People milled about in the other room, marking time.

Stanley saw that Mister Wetzel was standing off to himself near the mirrored door.

“Ah, just the man I want to talk to,” he said.

“Wetzel?” Tom looked surprised. “You don’t think he did

it?”

“Hardly. In any wrestling match between her and him, I’d

bet on her.

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