Mosaic: A Private Eye Novel (Tommy Shore Mystery Book 3) by Lawrence Dorfman

Author:Lawrence Dorfman [Dorfman, Lawrence]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781685491338
Publisher: Rough Edges Press
Published: 2022-08-29T16:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

Moreland came in, moving into the middle of the living room, looking around and scanning everything as he did. I got the sense that he was being more careful than nosy. He turned toward me. I had closed the door and was in the kitchen area, standing behind the island that separated the two rooms. I opened the box of donuts.

“Donut, detective?”

He laughed and waved it off. My first sense was he was the easy-going type, but I’d been wrong about these things many times before.

He was young, maybe early 30s, and well-dressed but not in a showy way. His sport coat looked off the rack but fit him well, his khakis were pressed, and his shirt and tie matched perfectly. He even had cop shoes on, black Florsheim Oxfords, polished to a high gloss. He looked to be in great shape, and his blond hair was neat and trimmed. He seemed polite but to the point.

“What can I help you with, detective?”

He smiled and asked, “Can we sit, Mr. Shore? And please call me John.”

It was my turn to smile. “That’s usually my line. Sure, but only if you call me Tommy.”

I moved around the counter and came over and sat down in my easy chair, sweeping my hand out to signal him to sit on the sofa. I was aware that I had made that gesture twice in the last two minutes. A regular Vanna White. He sat down and folded his hands together, prayer-like, resting them on one knee.

“Tommy, I understand you’ve been hired by the family of Mr. Earl Scosa to help find out what might have happened to him?”

I nodded. “Well, not so much the family as by Carla Vitter, his sister-in-law. Earl’s late wife was her sister. Carla’s husband, Paul? Not a fan. But my agreement was with Carla.”

“Would you be willing to tell me what you’ve found out so far?”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to tip my hand before I found out what this was about.

“How about we trade off? I answered your questions, you answer mine. I’ll go first. What’s the Connecticut State Police doing involved with this? I’m actually surprised the state police has detectives.”

He looked at me and then looked away. I thought he might be staring out the window, but you couldn’t really see much out there, save an alleyway that led down to Temple Street. I waited. After a minute, he looked back at me.

“Not many people know everything the state police does. Most folks think it’s all about stopping speeders on the highway. Which is true, we are key to traffic enforcement, but we also do crime scene analysis, missing persons, investigate fringe groups, and anything else needed to protect the citizens of Connecticut.”

He smiled. “Sorry if that sounded a little rah-rah.”

I waved it off.

“Always great to hear someone who’s passionate talk about work. Go on.”

He had kept smiling through all this, but he paused, stopped smiling, and looked at me.

“Okay, here goes. Earl Scosa was an undercover agent for us.

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