Mouth of the Rat (A Samantha Jamison Mystery) by Peggy A. Edelheit

Author:Peggy A. Edelheit [Edelheit, Peggy A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Telemachus Press, LLC
Published: 2014-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

Flipping Over & Flipping Out

I turned the card over. An address was written on the back of it. I filed it to memory and handed it back to Sylvie.

“It should be easy for you to check out,” Sylvie added.

My brow raised in disbelief. “What do you mean, me?”

“Of the three of us, you’ve had more experience. How can you expect us to? We might get hurt! Besides, you’re the sleuth, right? It might be an important clue.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Well…”

Sylvie pointed at the card. “It could’ve been dropped by whoever shot Marco. We’re afraid to be linked to this.”

“It’s also possible they saw you two.”

Both of them took a step back from me.

Sylvie’s hand flew to her throat. “You think so?”

“Sam’s right,” said Bunny. “Maybe they’re watching.”

Sylvie quickly glanced around. “You mean, right now?”

“Hey, relax,” I said. “I don’t think it’s that bad.”

“Look,” said Sylvie. “A guy was shot in cold blood right next door, FBI, the police, and God knows who else were walking through here, and now we’re getting phone calls most likely because they think we know something…”

“…Or saw something,” I said.

“Why did they write that address down?” Sylvie asked.

“Maybe that’s who hired them,” said Bunny.

“That’s a stretch,” I said. “Could be a million reasons. But if the killer did come back, no one would know with all the spectators milling about, would they? The killer could even have been someone walking a dog to blend in.”

“Do you think they’ll come back again?” Sylvie asked.

“Only if you gave them a reason to,” I said.

Neither spoke. I had a feeling there was something more they weren’t telling me.

“…What?”

“There’s one more thing,” said Bunny.

I knew it! “And what’s that?”

“I now carry it with me so it won’t get stolen,” she said.

Sylvie nudged Bunny. “This might be important, go ahead and show her what you said you found that night. It could be evidence of who else was out here: the killer.”

Bunny handed me a tube of lipstick, saying, “I realize I ruined the fingerprints on it, but it was dark, and after stepping on it… Well, go on, open it and read the label.”

I opened it. It was blood red. “The Kiss of Death.”

“That shade’s popular. Even Sylvie uses it,” said Bunny.

“It’s a creepy calling card,” said Sylvie. “Like they’re telling us they are the one with the kiss of death.”

“I bet his redheaded girlfriend came back,” said Bunny.

“To make sure he died this time,” Sylvie added.

Bunny put it back in her purse. “You’ll let us know?”

“Sure,” I said, but that depended on what I found out.

“Be careful,” said Bunny. “There’s a killer out there.”

Could that be a decoy to deflect the killer’s gender?

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