Jeffery Deaver -Manhattan Is My Beat by Jeffery Deaver

Author:Jeffery Deaver [Deaver, Jeffery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-20T19:01:50+00:00

through trucks. Then remembered she should be nervous again. He squinted, then gave a faint smile. “You don’t remember me.” She shook her head. Let the door swing shut. “I saw you the other day-in the apartment on Tenth Street. I was part of the homicide

team.” “In Mr. Kelly’s apartment?” “Right.” She nodded. Thinking back to that terrible morning. But she didn’t remember

anything except Manelli’s close-together eyes. The shot-out TV. Mr. Kelly’s face. The blood on his chest.

Dixon looked at a notebook, put it back in his pocket. He asked, “Have you been in

touch with a Susan Edelman recently?” “Susan . . . Oh, the other witness.” The yuppie with the designer jogging outfit. “I

called her yesterday, the day before. She was still in the hospital.” “I see. Can I ask why you called her?” Because somebody’s got to find the killer, and the cops couldn’t care less. But she

told Dixon, “Just to see how she’s doing. Why?” Dixon paused for a moment. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her face.

Assessing her. He said, “Ms. Edelman was killed an hour ago.” “What?” she gasped. “No!” “I’m afraid so.” “What happened?” Dixon continued. “She was walking past a construction site. A scaffolding collapsed.

It might have been an accident but, of course, we don’t think so.” “Oh, no . . .” “Has anyone threatened you? Or have you noticed anything suspicious since the

killing on Tenth Street?” “No.” She looked down for a moment, uneasy, then back to the marshal. Dixon examined her face closely. His expression gave away nothing. He said, “For

your sake, for a lot of people’s sake, I need you to tell me what your involvement with this whole

thing is.” “There’s no-“ “This’s real serious, miss. It mightVe seemed like a game at first. But it isn’t. Now, I can have you put into protective custody and we’ll sort it out later. ... I really don’t think you’d like to spend a week in Women’s Detention? Now, what’s the story?”

There was something about his voice that sounded as if he was really concerned. Sure, he was threatening her in a way but that just seemed to be his style. It probably went with the job. And she felt that he was really worried that she might end up like Kelly or Susan Edelman.

So she told him a few things. About the movie, the stolen bank loot, about the connection between Mr. Kelly and the robbery. Nothing about Symington. Nothing about churches or suitcases. Nothing about Amanda LeClerc.

Dixon nodded slowly and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The only thing that seemed to interest him was the old robbery. Why’d he lift his eyebrow at that? she wondered. Dixon asked, “Where do you live?” She gave him the address. “Phone number?” “No phone. You can call here, the video store, leave a message.” Dixon thought for a moment. “I don’t think you’re in danger.” “I didn’t see anything, I really didn’t. Just this green car. That’s all I remember.

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