Murder at the Canaveral Diner_A Florida Murder Mystery Novel by Jay Heavner

Author:Jay Heavner [Heavner, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Canaveral Publishing
Published: 2019-02-04T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Roger reclined in his new La-Z-Boy chair. He sipped at a beer as he examined the cold case papers the coroner had provided him. He hoped there was something that would jump out at him, something so obvious it had been missed all this time, but he could find nothing hiding in plain sight. The only thing that had jumped around today was the stray cat that found her way in the dog door and was eating the dog’s food. The call of nature beckoned him, and when he returned, there was the cat. She was running and jumping all over the porch as she tried to find her way out. It was cats gone wild. K9 eyes curiously followed the panicked cat as she frantically sought to escape.

The cat rushed out the screen door like she was rocket propelled when Roger had opened it. She made her escape and bolted into some nearby vegetation.

He looked up from his task as an old pickup came down the lane to his old trailer. He recognized the vehicle. It belonged to Bill Kenney. Roger wondered what he wanted and wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but was certain he was about to find out.

Hook or crook was sly ole Bill’s modus operandi. He usually got what he wanted even from the unsuspecting.

Bill got out of his truck and headed to the screened in trailer porch. He carried something in his left hand. “Hello, Roger. About time you got up. It’s almost the crack of noon.”

Roger growled, “I’ve been up for hours looking at these papers. Haven’t you got anything better to do, flatfoot, than bother an honest law abiding citizen?”

“Remember, it was me who pulled those strings and got you and Tom out of those numerous possible charges not too long ago. Remember?” “How could I forget? You won’t let me. I’m beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to go to jail than have to listen

to you as you hold it over my head.” Roger stopped. “What do you want anyway?”

“Have anyone told you that you look and sound like Sam Elliott after an all-night bender?”

Roger rolled his eyes and groaned. “State your business before I call the cops.”

“I am the cops.”

“I am too, and you won’t let me forget it. As I said, what do you want? I’m starting to get irritated.” Sarcastically, Bill said, “I hadn’t noticed.”

If Roger could have chewed nails, he’d spit them as bullets at Bill. “Had lunch yet?”

“No. What do you want?” “Hungry?”

“Yes.”

“I got you a Happy Meal. Thought you could use it.”

Roger frowned. “The McDonald’s bag kinda gave it away. Free food is free food even if it comes from you. I know there’s a catch. What is it?” “Just to do a wellness check and see how the case was going.” Roger muttered something unpleasant under his breath and said, “I’m fine. Give me the food.”

“I brought some for your dog too. Kind of payback for what she did in my truck.

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