Death on a High Floor by Charles Rosenberg

Author:Charles Rosenberg [Rosenberg, Charles]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Thrillers, Legal, Suspense & Thrillers
ISBN: 9780615470658
Amazon: B00CD8AFOI
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2014-01-28T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

I wandered back to the kitchen, where I was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee. Oscar was sitting at the table, reading the L.A. Times.

“Who took this damn picture of you on the plane?” he asked, and handed me the front page. It featured a picture of me standing beside my seat on the plane, hands on the top of my head. Looking thunderstruck.

“Clay,” I said.

“Who the hell is Clay?”

“The college kid who was sitting next to me on the plane. He used his cell phone camera.”

“The little shit.”

“He probably sold it to them to help pay his way through college,” I said. “I autographed something for him, and he told me he was going to sell it on eBay.”

Oscar looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You autographed something for him?”

“Just an article from the Tribune about how they were looking for me in Chicago.”

Oscar shook his head. “Well, try to avoid that kind of thing in future, will you?”

“Yes, sir. I will.”

“You want coffee?”

“You bet.”

Oscar got up and poured coffee into an old chipped mug, with a faded Niagara Falls logo on the side. He handed it to me.

“Why Niagara Falls?” I asked.

“It’s where I went on my honeymoon.”

“I didn’t know you were married, Oscar.”

“It didn’t last long. I was only eighteen.”

“Oh.”

“Jenna will be here shortly,” he said. “I called her and told her she was back on the team. She was excited to be coming back. She even apologized for her outburst last night.”

“Did you apologize for yours?”

“In a way. I told her I still thought it was untoward of her not to tell us she had been the courier, but, in the end, I understood it wasn’t all that important.”

“Untoward?”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “One of them high-floor words. But, uh, the fancier the word, the less emotion’s in it, you know?”

“Not like saying she lied.”

“Right.”

There was a knock on the door. Oscar opened it. It was Jenna. It was only 7:00 a.m., but she was dressed in full business regalia. Dark suit, salmon-colored silk blouse. Gold lapel pin. Two-inch heels.

She stood in the doorway. “I’m ready to get to work.”

I held her gaze a moment. I liked that she was back. We’d been a team for almost seven years. It was the right thing to do. “Okay, let’s do it,” I said.

Jenna came over to the table and sat down. She pulled out a white legal pad and flipped to a page on which she had made some notes. Seeing the white legal pad reminded me how much I regretted the demise of yellow legal pads. Yellow pads had gone away because yellow paper doesn’t recycle. I still had a secret stash of the yellow ones in my desk drawer, but it was dwindling. I thought to myself that if I ever got back to my office, I’d have to look for a new supply. Maybe I could buy more on eBay or something.

“Robert?” Jenna was looking at me.

“Oh, sorry, I was daydreaming,” I said.

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