Mistress of Death by Ron Ripley

Author:Ron Ripley [Ripley, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scare Street
Published: 2020-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24: Another Lead

Saturday, 1:00 PM

Shane hung up the phone and rubbed his face.

“Who was that?” Carl asked.

“Captain Thompson. He’s almost here.”

“How is Jack?” Carl inquired.

Shane shook his head, chuckling. “Jack? My, aren’t we familiar.”

“Unlike you, my young friend, I have no great qualms about being polite.”

“It’s not a matter of being polite,” Shane replied. “It’s a matter of you being dead. Dead people don’t get to be on a first-name basis with living people.”

“Rude, Shane.”

“Occasionally,” Shane chuckled.

“Tell me, what did he have to say?” Carl asked, taking a seat across from Shane.

“It seems,” Shane began, “that the sunglasses may have made their way to the Laton Hotel here in Nashua.”

Carl frowned with revulsion. “Is the establishment any better now than it was in my time?”

“Nope.”

The dead man shook his head.

“Anyway, turns out that the attendant for the morgue who had the sunglasses before and had been burgled had registered his game system, and that game system was one of the items stolen out of his apartment after his death,” Shane explained. “A system was found at the Laton Hotel in the room of a junkie who happened to tumble out of his third-story window while fighting with another resident. Solid detective skills say the junkie was the one to take the system and the glasses.”

“Were the glasses there?”

Shane shook his head. “Nope. No such luck. However, a gentleman in a suit was reported wandering into the Laton, and then exiting a short time later.”

“And was anyone able to identify him?” Carl asked, hopefully.

“Of course not,” Shane laughed.

“You seem to be in a surprisingly good mood,” Carl stated, narrowing his eyes. “Were you drinking?”

“No,” Shane answered. “So, it gets better. Thursday, a man was shot to death by his wife, who then died of unknown reasons in her kitchen.”

“How is that better?” Carl asked.

“Jack found out that this newest dead man, Zeke something-or-other, was a regular of the Dunkin Donuts on Canal Street across from the Laton Hotel. Not only that, but he got the shop to let him peek at the video footage, and there’s Zeke going into the Laton Hotel. So, this evening, Jack’s going to come down, and he and I are going to Zeke’s house to see if we can’t find the damned sunglasses.”

“And what about your trip to Connecticut?” Carl asked. “Master Victor and Tom, they are well?”

“As well as can be expected,” Shane replied. “I did get some information from Warren Thorne, so I’ll be acting on that in the next day or two.”

Carl raised an eyebrow and waited for Shane to continue.

“I have a name,” Shane told the dead man. “Someone in Manchester, no less. I’ll be having a chat with him.”

Carl frowned. “A chat? Why? I thought you were going to execute him when you found him.”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll happen,” Shane confirmed. “According to Warren, this guy, Marty Feldman, he’s working for someone else. I want to know who it is. Who’s trying to get their hands on all these items, and I want to know why.

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