Murder takes a break : a Truman Smith mystery by Crider Bill 1941-

Author:Crider, Bill, 1941-
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Smith, Truman (Fictitious character)
Publisher: New York : Walker and Co.
Published: 1997-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

MURDER TAKES A BREAK / 93

''Just once. Evelyn brought me over right after Sharon moved in. I don't trust these steps."

They'll hold you. Come on."

I went past him and up the steps. They seemed solid enough to me, though they creaked a little. I could hear Dino behind me, so I didn't look back.

At the top of the stairs there was a small landing, not much more than three feet square. I stood on it and knocked on the screen door.

A light came on, and I looked into the kitchen through the glass door top. Sharon was coming towaid me across a worn and cracked yellow linoleum floor that had probably been laid down fifty years previously.

She looked better than the last time I'd seen her, but the circumstances had been quite different. None of us had looked too good then.

She snapped on an outside light, looked out at me. She was obviously surprised, and when she saw Dino standing on the step just below the landing, her eyes widened even more. She threw a dead bolt on the door, unlatched the screen, and pushed it open. I should have said something about the security value of a dead bolt on a door that was half glass, but I didn't want to upset Dino.

"What are you two doing here?" Sharon asked, as if she didn't know. She knew, though. I was sure of that.

"Tru wants to talk to you," Dino said. "Can we come in?"

She stepped aside to make room for us to come through the door.

"Sure," she said. "Come on in. Welcome to my happy home."

We went into the kitchen. The countertops were in worse shape than the linoleum. The porcelain on the side of the sink was cracked, and a big rusty spot was developing. The tiny refrigerator and stove were practically antiques, and I could see a couple of roach traps along the baseboaixl. The table was small and square, with a red Formica top. Around it were four chaire with curved steel frames and red vinyl seats and backs.

"Have a seat," Sharon said. "We can talk in here."

"I hope we're not interrupting anything," I said, taking one of the chairs.

She shrugged and sat opposite me. "I was just watching The Simpsons, but it was a renin."

Dino sat beside her. "Tru wants to talk to you about that party. The one I called about last night."

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