Murder in the Rue Ursulines by Greg Herren

Author:Greg Herren [Herren, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Private Investigators, Detective and Mystery Stories, Gay, Gay Men, Mystery & Detective, Gay Community - Louisiana - New Orleans, New Orleans (La.), Fiction, Private Investigators - Louisiana - New Orleans, Mystery Fiction, MacLeod; Chanse (Fictitious Character), General
ISBN: 9781593500955
Publisher: Alyson Books
Published: 2008-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Wow. That really sucks.” Paige said when I’d finished my tale. She shook her head and took a sip of her iced tea. “Do you think Freddy killed her?”

I glanced around. We were the only people in El Gato Negro other than the staff. Our waiter was wiping down a table on the far side of the room. We were seated in the corner furthest from the front door. I shrugged. “I don’t know what to think, to tell you the truth. I’m pretty sure it was him I saw coming out of the house. And obviously he’s never going to admit being there. So it’s my word against his.”

“I guess I can kiss any access to Frillian goodbye then.” She rapped me lightly on the knuckles. “You couldn’t have gotten me in to see them before you accused him of being at a crime scene?” She sighed. “They’re not going to be talking to any reporters any time soon—and when they do, it’s going to be Larry King or someone like that.” She gave me a dirty look. “The good news, though, is Coralie has assigned the murder to me.”

“Well, you’re the paper’s top reporter, so of course.”

“Don’t flatter me, you’re not good at it.” She gave me a smile anyway. “But that should keep me out of the office—and away from her— for a few days at least. Huzzah!” She tapped her pen on her notebook. She’d taken plenty of notes while I was talking. “But at least I have an exclusive with the one witness who can place Freddy at the murder scene.” When I started to talk, she held up her hand. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to say you saw Freddy—since you’re not sure anymore.” She consulted her notes. “I’ll just print the description you gave me and let the readers draw their own conclusions. Although—“

“What?”

“You know, it’s entirely possible Freddy was there, but didn’t kill her.” Paige shrugged. “Try this on. Suppose, after Loren told them that Glynis sent the e-mails, he went over there to confront her, and found the body. Knowing how bad that would look, he got out of there and is denying ever being there.” Her eyebrows came together in a frown. “He went back home, told Jillian, and they decided to alibi each other because they didn’t know he’d been seen--and now they’re stuck with the lie.”

“How did he get into her house without being let in?”

“The killer maybe left the door open?” she suggested. “Freddy got there, found the door open, got concerned and went inside?”

“I suppose it could have happened that way.” I thought for a moment. “And of course, now he can’t change his story without making himself look guilty as hell.”

“Yeah.” She shook her head. “I guess it depends on whether his fingerprints are on the Emmy. In addition to yours, of course.” She shook her head. “How did Venus react when you told her about handling the Emmy?”

“Not well, and thanks for reminding me.

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