Last Ferry Home by Kent Harrington

Author:Kent Harrington [Harrington, Kent]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Polis Books
Published: 2018-03-13T04:00:00+00:00

“Stop it, Mike. You know why as well as I do. Nirad Chaundhry is a billionaire. He has a big-time law firm calling the DA twice a day, hounding him for a decision. They’re tired of the calls. The bodies are gone and the criminalists have done their work. End of story. They get the house back.”

“She thinks I’m Ganesh,” O’Higgins said. “Asha Chaundhry.”

“Who?”

“Some kind of Indian elephant god.” Curious, he’d downloaded a picture of Ganesh on his phone. He showed it to Marvin.

“Looks like you, all right. Especially the ears.”

“Very funny. You think she’s our girl. You think Asha Chaundhry came in here and killed her husband and nanny in a jealous rage? That’s what you think happened?”

“No robbery. Where’s the forced entry? The place was locked up when patrol cleared the house. They checked. We checked. There is no forced entry. They have an expensive alarm system. No alarm went off.”

“So what? Someone could have had a key.”

“Okay. Who?”

“Probably a lot of people. Contractors, for one. They just did a big project. Think of all the workers who might have had access to this place.” He saw the coroner’s number flash on his cell phone and took the call.

“Kumar was pregnant, Mike,” Millikin, the coroner’s investigator, said. “I just heard from the medical officer. She thought you should know. She’s still working on her.”

Michael ended the call and told Marvin the news.

“Okay, now you have a good reason for Asha Chaundhry to commit murder,” Marvin said.

“I want to pretend that Kumar’s phone wasn’t wiped clean,” Michael said.

“Why?”

“Just a feeling. If someone was willing to kill me to make sure the phone’s memory was deleted, we should find out why.”

“So, book Kumar’s phone into evidence,” Marvin said.

A limousine pulled up out front. They could see it from the foyer where they were standing.

“I said they could have the house back at four,” Marvin said. “And they’re right on time.”

“Meet me at the Clift Hotel at six, tonight,” Michael said. “Now leave. I want to speak to Nirad—informally.”

“What do you mean, informally?” Marvin said.

“I want to worry him.”

“Worry him?”

“Yeah. Get under his skin,” O’Higgins said.

“You have to give him the house back, Mike.”

“I will. We are. You’re leaving. I had something I left upstairs.”

“Yeah. Really? Have you lost your fucking mind?” Marvin slipped on his raincoat and watched O’Higgins walk up the elegant oriental carpeted stairway. He thought of stopping him, but he felt angry that Kumar had been pregnant, and that a baby who’d never known the world had also lost its life so horribly.

Fuck Nirad Chaundhry, he thought, and left.

“I understood that the house was being returned to us,” Nirad said. An attractive young Indian woman, well-dressed, was with him. They both walked into Rishi’s office. Nirad was wearing a grey suit and looked very elegant, his hair cut since they’d met. The young woman was in a pants suit. She was pretty and thin, not too different, Michael thought, from Kumar.

“Yes. I was just looking for my raincoat.

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