June's Troubles (Larry Macklin Mysteries Book 8) by A. E. Howe

Author:A. E. Howe [Howe, A. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-22T04:00:00+00:00

I was somewhere between too wired to sleep and too sleepy to stay awake as we drove back to the house.

“I can’t believe you gave him my phone number,” I said grumpily.

“I need to keep my private cell number close to my vest,” Dad said dismissively.

“Normally I wouldn’t mind, but that guy is definitely getting close to the line of psychologically damaged goods.”

“He’ll be okay. This is going to help him clear the pipes. The guy’s been holding a lot of crap inside for years.”

“I think we ought to make sure he has an alibi for the death of his mother.”

“That we can agree on. Though I think Owen as a suspect is a long shot.”

“Weirdo with mother issues isn’t that long of a shot. He’s been haunted by the events surrounding his mother’s infidelity and his father’s assisted suicide for years. He finds out a couple of years ago that it looks like she offed another one, so he starts stalking her. She hires a private eye because she catches wind of her stalker, probably doesn’t realize it’s her son. Fowler gets too close, Norman kills him. Hey, that actually happened in the movie. It would explain how he got down here so quick…”

“Yeah, then how did he get back to New York quick enough to turn around and be on the flight this evening, Sherlock? Those records are easily checked,” Dad said as he pulled into our driveway.

“I’ll check them,” I told him.

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I plan on it.”

Before we got out of the car, Dad’s phone buzzed. I looked at the clock. Nothing good comes from a phone call or text after one o’clock in the morning.

“Damn it! Jay says they’ve booked Jerome on murder charges. One of the deputies told Jay they have a signed confession.” Dad hit the steering wheel. The poor truck was taking quite the beating this weekend.

Cara and Genie were still up, drinking wine on the balcony, when we came in. They must have seen the looks on our faces because they both came over and offered big hugs. Dad gave them the CliffsNotes version of the night’s events, leaving out some of the cuss words.

“I’ll text Sullivan and let him know what’s going on,” Dad said before walking off toward their bedroom, leaning just a little on Genie.

I got a quick shower and Cara and I fell into bed. Between nightmares where crazed killers were stabbing their mothers and Cara’s wine-induced snoring, I had a restless night. I was finally sound asleep when Dad knocked on the door.

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