Molly Grey 03- A fishy murder most foul by Donna Doyle

Author:Donna Doyle [Doyle, Donna]
Language: spa
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

T R O U B L E A T T H E G A R A G E

Ihad been at MTC once before. Not because I had needed a car, but because nature was calling, and I was forced to make a quick sanitary stop. It turned out, MTC with its wide, glassy windows, right next to its own noisy shop, was the only suitable place around.

I still remembered the massive, sparkling showroom, full of polished cars with doors wide open, hoping to lure potential clients onto the soft, leather seats and entice them to grab the ivory colored steering wheels.

It smelled just as I remembered it. A rich, pleasant smell of rubber, mixed in with the scent of plush car seats hung over the place, and soft classical music made for a relaxed atmosphere.

I wasn't sure what Miss Molly Gertrude expected to find, but it didn't matter to me. I was just observing. The old woman had to carry the torch.

"May I help you? " A tall, slender man in a polyester suit welcomed us with a cheap, plastic smile. His hair was slicked back and as we approached his desk, I could detect the fragrance of his aftershave.

Creed, the same brand my boss, Jack Stapleton, used on his puckered face. But to me, the man rather smelled like Greed. I didn't like him at all.

He cast us another one of his warm, summery smiles, trying to make us feel welcome, in the very same way he had smiled at the thousands of customers who had come before us. "Are you looking for a car?" he asked jubilantly.

"We already have a car," Molly Gertrude said as she offered the man her hand. "We were hoping to speak to your boss."

The man's face darkened. "I am the boss. Marlow Messerschmitt."

He shook Molly's hand. "Why do you need me?"

"My name is Molly Gertrude Grey," Molly said, as she studied Marlow's face. "And this here is my assistant, Dora Brightside, and this…" she turned to me, "… is a reporter from the Calmhaven Sentinel."

I could tell Marlow was getting uncomfortable as his tongue darted back and forth in his mouth. "All right," he said, trying to sound confident. "Can I offer you some coffee?"

Molly Gertrude shook her head. "Thank you, Sir. This will only take a minute."

"Fine," he said. His smile was gone now and instead, a cold expression had taken its place. "Be quick then. I am busy."

"Have you heard…" Molly Gertrude began, "… of the unfortunate death of the tycoon Albert Gravel?"

"Of course," Marlow said, almost sneering. "It's in all the newspapers, including yours," he cast me an angry glance.

"I was just wondering if you knew Albert Gravel?" Molly went on.

Marlow grinned. "Knowing is a big word. When do you really know somebody? But, yes, I've heard of the man."

"You sold him a car."

"I did?"

Either Marlow was just dumb, which was very unlikely, since he was running a profitable car business, or he was acting dumb. I figured it was the last.

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