Death by Saxophone by Aaron Alexie

Author:Aaron, Alexie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I wasn’t too thrilled that we had to actually go to the lockup to get our prints made. Harry stared wide-eyed at the other poor souls that were waiting their turn at processing. Tuesday night must be a big night in Palm Beach County. Deputy Harris left us briefly, and after much discussion, we were brought to the head of the line and printed. Harry thought we should also have a couple of pictures done. Then I reminded him that there might be a cavity search involved with further processing, so he let the picture thing go. I was still trying to get the crap off my fingers when Sergeant Dave showed up dressed in street clothes.

“Harris, you idiot. Why did you bring them here?”

Harry held up his hands. “Sergeant Dave, please excuse the lack of a handshake but...” He wiggled his fingers.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Fin-Lathen. There were other ways this could have been done. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here earlier, but I was home when Tony called.” He glared at the deputy. “I thought I was leaving you in good hands.”

“It’s okay. I figure Harry would end up here eventually anyway. Might as well get the tour. I’m sorry that Tony dragged you in here from home though.”

“Nothing on TV tonight but reruns anyway.” He looked us over. “Let me point you to the restroom so you can wash that stuff off. And how about the three of us meeting back here. I have lots and lots of information you may be interested in.”

Harry all but ran to the bathroom, and I admit I was myself lured by the carrot Detective Dave was holding out. I finished cleaning off my hands and checked out my reflection. If you subtract the dark circles under my eyes, I didn’t look too bad. I caught myself. Oh Lord, I am primping for a cop, a married cop. Heaven take me now.

Detective Dave was engrossed in something Harry was telling him when I arrived. He looked at me and started laughing.

“What?” I looked down, making sure I hadn’t dragged toilet paper out with my shoe.

“Necking at the beach?” Detective Dave shook his head.

“I, we, Harry, what did you tell him?” I put my face into his.

“I never said necking. I said we were parked,” Harry confessed.

“Parked, as the car was stopped. Put into park. That kind of parking.” I knew I was red. My face was hot, and I was thinking a thousand tortures for my partner in crime.

“Calm down, I’m just trying to lighten the mood here,” the sergeant said with a twinkle in his eye. “Come on, time you got better acquainted with the boys from the lab.”

“Do we get to see a dead body?” Harry all but drooled.

“I said lab and not morgue.”

“I have seen enough dead bodies, thank you,” I mumbled.

My comment wasn’t lost on the sergeant. He threw me an understanding look before directing us to the bowels of the building. We followed him through corridors and stairways silently.

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