Ghost Walk (A Lacey Fitzpatrick and Sam Firecloud Mystery Book 1) by Melissa Bowersock

Author:Melissa Bowersock [Bowersock, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New Moon Publishing
Published: 2017-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

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Monday morning, she printed out Doug’s picture and headed for Dana Point. She’d never been to a yacht club, but felt pretty sure she could bluster her way through.

After driving the familiar maze of freeways south again, she pulled into the parking lot and found an empty space between a BMW and a Lincoln. No one would notice her little Hyundai, right? She checked her lip gloss, grabbed her purse and strode into the club.

Plush, dark blue carpet. Huge dining room to one side, front desk to the other. A wide bank of windows straight ahead, looking out on the patio that sat just above the blue-gray Pacific.

She approached the desk.

A man close to her own age stood behind the counter. Although he wore a suit, his sun-streaked blond hair and tanned face was evidence that he spent a great deal of time outdoors.

“Excuse me,” she said.

“Yes?” He looked up from whatever he was doing, met her eyes and smiled.

Nice looking, she thought. She answered his smile with one of her own.

“I’m a private investigator and I’m looking for some information about a former member here.” She opened her purse to pull out the picture of Doug.

“I’m sorry,” the man said, “I’m afraid we can’t give out confidential information about our members.”

Lacey turned her smile up a few hundred watts and slid the picture across the counter. “Oh, I don’t want confidential information,” she said. “This particular member is dead and I’m investigating the circumstances around his death.”

She watched the man’s face as he focused on the photo. His eyebrows inched upward.

“This is Doug Addison,” she said. “Did you know him?” She tilted her head slightly, friendly but determined.

“Yes. Yes, I did. Not well, though.”

“Did he spend much time here at the club?” she asked.

“He’d use the exercise room quite a bit,” the man said, “then often sail on the weekends.”

Lacey noted the man’s gold name badge: Frank L.

“Yes, I understand he worked out a lot,” she said amicably.

“Yeah. He was a real estate agent, so he’d come in at odd times, day or night, to work out.”

“And did Mrs. Addison come with him?”

Frank glanced sideways, his eyes shifting. “Not usually. She worked in an office, you know. Didn’t have flexible hours like he did.”

There was something there. She tried to think how to get to it. “I suppose you know how he died?” she asked, pulling the picture back across the counter.

“Yeah.” Frank shook his head. “Tough luck. But anyone who spends a lot of time on the water knows it can turn on you.”

She folded the picture and put it in her purse. “As much as he sailed, then, he must have been good at it.” She turned her green eyes on Frank again. “I would think anyone like that would know the currents, know the weather. Not be taken by surprise. Don’t you think?”

Frank looked uncomfortable. “Well,” he hedged, “like I said, the ocean can turn on you. You have to watch it every second, not get too cocky.

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