Driven to ink by Karen E. Olson

Author:Karen E. Olson [Karen E. Olson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Policier
ISBN: 9780451231574
Published: 2010-09-15T06:12:00+00:00

The wedding chapel was still as tacky as I remembered it from the previous day. Today there was a large number of motorcycles, all Harleys, in the driveway, under the long awning. I heard the strains of “That’s Amore” coming from the direction of the drive-through window and spotted two Dean Martins swaying as they sang. I squinted and saw the bride astride her bike, the black leather jacket with the Harley logo faintly visible through the long tulle veil that cascaded down her back. When the Dinos stopped singing, the guy on the bike next to the bride grabbed her and kissed her as she held her bouquet of white flowers high over her head. A cheer rose up from the crowd.

“Changed your mind, Kavanaugh?” I heard Jeff Coleman’s voice behind me and turned to see him leaning against the side of the Jeep, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“I thought you quit,” I said, pointing to the cigarette.

“I only did it for you, and then you jilted me,” he teased, but he took the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it, grinding it out with his heel. “So what are you doing back here?”

I didn’t quite know how to explain I was here looking for a package delivered to Ray Lucci, so I figured I’d turn it around on him. “What are you doing here?”

“I told Rosalie I’d come by and pick up Lou’s last paycheck.”

“He didn’t have direct deposit?” I asked.

Jeff reached toward his breast pocket, but it was empty.

“Your doctor said not to smoke anymore,” I reminded him.

He grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind, Kavanaugh. And no, Lou did not have direct deposit. Rosalie needs the cash now, to help pay for the funeral.”

“How’s she doing?”

Jeff shrugged. “They were married for ten years. He beat the crap out of her for most of that time. How do you think she’s doing?” He tried to keep his tone light, but the anger seeped out underneath his words.

“Did you know her before your mother met Bernie?”

“No. I didn’t meet her until a few weeks ago. She and Lou brought Bernie over to the shop to meet up with my mother. I could tell from the get-go that Lou was bad news.”

Interesting. “How?” I prodded.

“He dominated the conversation; she stood there with her head down, and only spoke when he looked directly at her. She laughed at his stupid jokes. Bernie hated him, the way he treated her.”

“So he’s not too broke up about his death, huh?”

Jeff cocked his head and looked at me sideways. “What are you getting at, Kavanaugh?”

“I don’t know.” And I really wasn’t sure. “Seems pretty convenient for Rosalie that Lou’s dead now.”

“You think she had something to do with it?”

“No, guess not. Sounds like whoever did this did her a favor. It’s probably the same guy who killed Ray Lucci and also tried to run down Will Parker.”

“Who? Oh, yeah, the guy you were making eyes with yesterday.”

Making eyes with? What century did he live in?

I chose to ignore him.

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