Harry Starke by Blair Howard

Author:Blair Howard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blair Howard

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As always, I was awake early the next morning, Sunday. The first thing I did was go to the kitchen window. The Beemer was gone. Not a big deal. I didn’t know for sure, but I was pretty certain it belonged to Shady’s two goons, or even Shady himself, though why he would get down and dirty and follow me himself made no sense. No, it was Duvon and Henry.

Rarely do I do anything work-related on Sundays, and I was determined that this Sunday would be no different from any other. So I got up, straightened the bed—no housekeeper today—showered, made some coffee, toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, and settled down to read the paper.

At about eleven o’clock, I called Kate and asked her to lunch, then went to pick her up.

“Where d’you want to eat?”

She screwed up her face. “I dunno. You pick.”

I nodded. “Somewhere in the Art District, I think. I’d like to take a quick walk first, if that’s okay.”

“Sure. Where?”

“I’d like to take another look at the bridge.”

“Walnut Street. Fine. Let’s go.”

I slipped the car into gear and headed north to I-24. We arrived in the downtown area just after noon and parked off Walnut Street. From there it was a walk of a few hundred yards to the bridge. The day was sunny but chilly. Even so, the walkers were out in force, and traffic on the bridge was heavy.

We strolled to the place where Tabitha Willard had taken her dive into eternity and sat down on the same bench we’d occupied the night she killed herself.

We sat and talked for a moment, then I left Kate on the bench and wandered over to the rail. It all came flooding back. I could hear her heels clicking on the pavement, see the wild looks she cast back over her shoulder, and finally those huge, scared eyes that bored into mine, and then… I shook the images out of my head and returned to the bench.

“Come on, let’s walk.” I took her hand, and we walked across the bridge to the north side of the river, past Coolidge Park and out onto River Street. There were some nice places to eat there, but nothing I fancied.

We strolled back over the bridge, onto Walnut. The walk had been a waste of time. I’d been hoping that a return to the scene might jog my memory, but it hadn’t. It looked very different in daylight, with people churning around everywhere.

We made our way slowly up to the Bluff View Art District. It was almost one o’clock by then, and I was getting hungry.

“Tony’s okay?”

She looked sideways at me and nodded.

We went inside. Lunchtime is always busy up there, especially on weekends. We had to wait for a table, but not for long. After only ten minutes or so, a couple by the window got up and walked to the register. We dropped into their seats.

I had the chicken parmesan. Kate had a Sicilian salad. As always, the food was excellent.

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