Hung Out To Die: Lukas Boston - Private Investigator Book Two by Logan May

Author:Logan May [May, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

TEN

Outside, Lukas leaned against his car and gratefully lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke up at the sky and asking the gods just why he was being treated so badly. For an answer it started to rain, soaking him in seconds as he rushed to escape the downpour.

His phone rang as he got behind the wheel.

‘Lukas Boston,’ he said, puffing madly to keep the cigarette burning.

‘Lukas, it’s me.’

Lukas said irritably, cold water tricking down his neck, ‘You’d surprised at how many people call themselves “me”. Can you tell me more?’

‘It’s me, Carrie.’

‘Oh, right. Sorry, I didn’t recognise your voice. I’m in a really noisy place.’ He looked around for something to make a racket and thumped the dashboard a few times, rattling the coins on the console.

‘Where are you? Is it far away?’

‘No, not far. What’s wrong?’ Lukas wondered if Stuart might have sold one of his cat paintings. That would need the Major Crime Squad at least. Who handled art forgery and shit like that? The Vice Squad? What the hell, just call in a drug raid.

‘There’s been an explosion, Lukas,’ Carrie broke into his thoughts.

‘A what?’

‘Some kind of explosion. In the fish and chip shop.’

‘Shit, I’m on my way.’

Lukas began to suspect that things weren’t quite so dramatic as he neared the harbour and couldn’t see any emergency units, fire brigade and police cars. There was no plume of smoke in the sky. No crowd of rubber-necking onlookers.

Reaching the Wharftown Markets he saw things were calm. The warehouse was in one piece and devoid of any bloodstained, tourist’s corpses littering the jetty or floating in the water. Lukas parked his car and walked briskly, figuring the situation didn’t merit any unseemly running.

Carrie was sitting in her back room. She was shaken, clutching a cup of tea, and got up to give Lukas a fierce hug, pressing hard against him when he came in. This was a vast improvement over the peck on the cheek he’d gotten for spending a fortune at Romanov’s restaurant. Exploding fish and chip shops had their advantages.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, reluctantly letting her go.

‘It was very frightening.’

‘What happened?’

‘I don’t really know. Only I heard this loud sort of bang and people started shouting and screaming.’

‘Okay, I’m assuming nobody was seriously hurt? There’s no police or ambulance.’

‘No, Sam didn’t want to make a fuss since no one was really injured. It could have been a lot worse. Go and look for yourself.’

‘All right, I won’t be long.’

Lukas went to the end of the markets and Sam And Ella’s. At first nothing looked much different, then Lukas noticed that oil and bits of food had been sprayed across the walls and roof. A piece of fish was stuck to the ceiling. Sam was alone, wiping forlornly at a chopping board with a dish cloth.

‘Too much vinegar in the batter?’ Lukas asked him.

‘What? What are you saying?’ Sam glared up at him.

‘Sorry, just kidding. What happened?’

‘Who the fuck are you, the police? I don’t need no fucking police.

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