Lily White Rose Red - Grey Randall, Private Dick by Catt Ford

Author:Catt Ford [Ford, Catt]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
ISBN: 9781615814718
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2010-06-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6: Hide and Seek, and Sprung

The art of disguise can be as simple as you make it. False beards are old hat. I'd found that if you carried a clipboard or a toolbox, most people thought you were there on legitimate business, and they wouldn't stop to ask questions no matter what you did.

I found Marguerite's apartment building in a nice neighborhood, with big trees lining the streets. Quiet. Neighbors were at work and kids were in school. There weren't a lot of people visible. I parked around the corner and walked back wearing my disguise, which consisted of coveralls and a jacket with Rick's Plumbing spelled out on the back to cover my holster. I had a toolbox in my hand as I approached the downstairs door. But it wasn't just plumbing tools I had with me.

Using the key Lily had given me, I unlocked the vestibule door. The bank of mailboxes was on the left, before you reached the elevator. Margie's was stuffed. I guess Lily hadn't thought to have the mail forwarded. I opened it up, using the smaller key on the ring, and went through it. Mostly circulars and bills from department stores. I crammed it back into the box and locked it. Nothing for me.

I walked up the stairs, not wanting the elevator boy to remember me. Marguerite lived on the fourth floor at the top. The apartment had that empty feel that they get when the occupant hasn't been there for a while. If I'd wanted to take up housework, the furniture needed a good dusting, but other than that it was tidy. When she'd handed over the key, Lily told me she couldn't bear to clear up her daughter's things just yet.

Marguerite Saint-Ville had lived up to her name in decorating her apartment. It was a little overwrought for my taste. Curtains trimmed heavily with fringe, gold-framed mirrors and crystal chandeliers in the living room. The walls were painted Nile green, which probably made a nice foil for Marguerite's coloring, while all the furniture was covered in white satin, with pink velvet pillows chucked everywhere.

I could picture her languishing on the divan in a negligee with a drink in her hand, trying on her idea of sophisticated. I bet she learned it where we all did, the movies. If she'd still been alive, I could imagine sharing a laugh over it with Lily, but Marguerite was so young, it was tragically pathetic. Considering Lily's impeccable taste, maybe Marguerite would have grown out of it eventually.

But I wasn't here to scope the place out for Better Homes and Gardens. This was Marguerite's refuge, and I had to hope that somewhere, she'd left a clue as to who all these nameless but dangerous boyfriends were. From what Suzy Velvour and Max Hamilton had told me, I got the feeling she had the itch for older men. Maybe from growing up without a father, but maybe people would say the reason I was queer was due to the same thing.

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