Hunting Dixie: A Gripping Murder Mystery Crime Thriller (Evan Buckley Thrillers Book 6) by James Harper

Author:James Harper [Harper, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: revenge, Crime, Mystery & Detective, Vendetta, Thrillers, private Investigator
Publisher: James Harper Books
Published: 2018-12-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 42

‘SPOKEN TO RACHEL LATELY?’ Evan said. He reckoned he deserved a medal. A big shiny one. It had taken everything he had to resist calling Carly from the backseat of the taxi on the way to his hotel. But even he knew it wasn’t the sort of conversation you wanted anybody to overhear. When he came to make the call, he found himself strangely calm, detached.

After he’d disentangled himself from Guillory in Rachel’s hallway, he’d persuaded her to let him look at the body. Just to make sure. She might have been wrong about the eye color, he’d said. She hadn’t been happy about it. Told him she knew the difference between blue and brown. Tried to tell him people of no official standing were finished here. Then she’d seen something in his eyes, something that told her he was going to look for himself—with or without her permission. He’d said thank-you anyway. Almost as if it was her idea.

Now, back in his hotel room, a guilty silence came down the line. In the background glasses clinking, men talking and women laughing. A jukebox playing something mellow.

Happy sounds. Normal sounds. Sounds he didn’t think would ever be a part of his life again.

That’s when he ripped into her. Like he wasn’t ever going to stop. A torrent of grisly details he didn’t know had even registered pouring through the conduit of his subconscious mind, spewing out of his mouth, unhindered by any everyday decency or inhibition. He heard a chugging sound in the back of her throat. A bang as her phone hit the floor. He realized he was talking to empty air.

Then a loud clatter in his ear. Somebody had kicked her phone.

‘This belong to anybody?’

A man’s voice. He sounded like he’d been drinking all day. Nobody said anything for a minute. Then Carly’s voice.

‘It’s mine.’

There was a dirty laugh, the same man’s voice.

‘Looks like somebody had too much to drink.’

‘Give me that,’ he heard her hiss.

A long pause. He imagined the guy puckering up. Holding the phone at arm’s length as he pushed his face towards her for his quid pro quo. He got it too. Although not what he was expecting. There was a loud slap. Evan felt it all the way down the line. The sound of men laughing. A muttered word—bitch.

You have no idea, Evan thought to himself.

‘Is she dead?’ Carly said, finally coming back on the line. Her voice sounded like she swallowed her tongue several times.

‘Why? Worried about your money?’

‘Do the words piss off mean anything to you, you bastard?’ She packed a lot of venom, a lot of hatred into those two words.

‘I’m the bastard? I didn’t set those animals on a friend of mine.’

‘I didn’t set anybody on her.’

She said it a little too fast. As if she’d practiced in the mirror in anticipation of an accusation she knew was coming. He wondered if the mirror had got sick of her lies too.

‘Let me rephrase that for you. Who else did you give your friend’s address to?’

‘Nobody.

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