Murder By Misdirection by Debra Snow

Author:Debra Snow [Snow, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mindbender Press
Published: 2019-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

Michael Mystique’s address was down on 51st Street, not a long drive from 73rd Street.

“So, apparently, this guy legally changed his name to Mystique,” Chu offered in an attempt to get Pro to stop brooding.

“That horrible woman,” Pro muttered, and then changed her voice to imitate her. “‘I offered him a blow job, but he turned me down.’”

“Pretty good impression.”

“Nice to know I have drunken slut in my voice skill set. Never know where that’s going to come in handy.”

“She really didn’t seem to care for Max.”

“And he didn’t take her up on her offer, I’m surprised. Between his multiple wives and numerous assistants, I figured he took any sexual favor ever offered him. Christ, my mom slept with that horny old bastard.”

“Getting angry will not help our investigation.”

“Sorry,” Pro fretted. “No one knows where he is or what he’s doing? We got three leads today, and two of them didn’t know anything.”

“But at least we saw the video of the trick,” Chu said, and then stole a glance to his partner. “Okay, tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“How does he do it?”

This made Pro grin. “I have absolutely no idea.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I don’t know how magic tricks work because of my DNA. It looked impossible to me, too.”

“Yes, and on an empty stage? It’s gotta be a trapdoor.”

“You heard what Shaut told us. He said he looked for one in the second show—no luck.”

“Maybe Michael Mystique can shed some light on it?”

“Whatever,” Pro said as Chu pulled the car into an empty space.

They got out and headed to a large apartment complex that was painted white and went up many stories. They headed into the lobby, which was also white, even the couches and pots for plants. A large white desk was watched by two men in security guard uniforms—those, at least, were blue. Pro and Chu flipped open their billfolds, and the two men behind the counter stood.

“How can we help, detectives?” the man on the left asked. He was a tall African-American man with a shaved head and the body of a linebacker.

Chu told them, “I need to see Mister Mystique in 12-C. Have you seen him today?”

“Not today,” the skinny man on the right told them. He was a Hispanic man with a slight tinge to his skin, but absolutely no accent.

The bald man held out two visitor badges to Chu and Pro. “These will let you up the elevators. You can press Mister Mystique’s buzzer when you reach his door.”

“That will be the left elevator bank,” the skinny man said and pointed in the correct direction.

Chu started off and Pro turned to say, “Thank you, gentlemen.”

“And, detective,” the bald black man said, which caught Pro’s attention. “If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. Here is the direct line to this desk.”

He handed her a card, and Pro smiled as she caught the look in his eyes. “Thank you.”

She headed to the elevator and felt a bit giddy. Had it been so long since a

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