Eeny Meany Miny Die (Cat Sinclair Mysteries) by Carolyn Scott

Author:Carolyn Scott [Scott, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Will tried to give me his cell phone the next day, but I refused to take it.

"I've seen how many calls you get," I told him as he locked his front door. "I'll be constantly calling you to give you messages. I prefer to go without than return to being your secretary."

"You were never my secretary," he said with an impish smile. "Not a good one anyway."

"Ha ha."

His lips flattened. "If you won't take my phone, promise me you'll call later from a land line. And don't go visiting anyone with criminal records."

"I'm going to see Scarface first then Jenny and her friends at their concert. I'm sure I'll be perfectly safe around a bunch of three-year-olds."

"Not so sure about Forde though." He kissed me tenderly, then we headed to our separate cars.

I drove to the station where Scarface worked. Luckily he was in. "You should have called first," he said, leaning one shoulder against the wall in the station's foyer. "I was about to head out. Wouldn't want to miss you, Kitten."

"That's the problem, I can't call you. My phone was stolen."

"No kidding. Who stole it?"

"Some kids outside Max Warshenski's place."

His gaze narrowed. "Why were you visiting Mad Max? I'm thinking it wasn't a social call."

"Yeah, I love sipping tea and exchanging gossip with psychos. Will loves it when I do that too."

The corner of his mouth kicked up. "I bet he does."

"Speaking of bets, if I tell you how Max is linked to Frank Karvea and that leads to his arrest, can we just say I won our bet?

"Really want to win, do you?"

"No, I don't want you to win."

"Tell me about Warshenski and I'll let you know if the information is good enough."

"You know, you shouldn't get to call the shots on our bet. If I don't agree with your assessment of my information, it's off."

"Like to argue, don't you?"

"More like I don't like to give up control to someone else."

He grunted. "I'm beginning to feel sorry for Knight." He softened the statement with a wink. "Come into one of the interview rooms and tell me what you've got."

I followed him down the short corridor to one of the doors leading off it. The interview room was tiny and bare. I sat on one chair and Scarface sat on the other side of the small table. I wished he'd chosen somewhere else to grill me. I felt like a suspect.

"Tell me what you know," he said.

"Shouldn't Stankovic be in here too?"

"I prefer to work alone."

"But he's your partner."

"That's why I prefer to work alone."

Oh-kay. I told him about Mad Max's business dealings with Frank and how Cindy Belfour had been the one to introduce them.

"How does he know Cindy?" he asked.

"I don't know." And since I'd promised Will I'd stay away from Max, I wouldn't get to ask him now. Damn. "Is any of that news to you?"

"We haven't looked into the fraud angle yet. We've been too busy following up on the group members."

"What have you discovered there?"

"That's confidential, Kitten.

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