Murder in Honolulu: A Skye Delaney Mystery by Flowers R. Barri

Author:Flowers, R. Barri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, crime, suspense, mystery, action, police procedural, female detective, hawaii, detective, private investigator, women sleuths, tropical island, honolulu
Publisher: R. Barri Flowers

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I found Nelson Lewinski just where Kurt said I would. He practiced his trade on the second floor of a building that also housed a loan shark and massage parlor. I definitely found some symmetry there for people who made their living in the underbelly of society. The sign on the door said simply Business Services. I opened it and entered the cramped office. Sitting at an L-shaped wooden desk was a fifty-something man of medium build with a receding reddish hairline. He had a cell phone to his ear and was shouting profanities to some poor sucker on the other end of the line.

I glanced at an overflowing wastebasket and a ceiling fan that was struggling to operate in the stuffy office. I looked again at the man. He was staring at me while telling someone to call him before nine if he valued his life, and then he ended the conversation.

He looked at me lasciviously and said: "What can I do for you, sweet lady?"

"Are you Nelson Lewinski?" I asked, to be sure, adding: "Nellie?"

"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?"

"Skye Delaney," I said. "I'm a private investigator—"

A thoughtful expression formed on his face. "Delaney, huh? You wouldn't happen to be related to the late Carter Delaney, would you?"

"Not that it matters, but we were married once," I replied.

He sighed. "Believe me you're better off without him!"

I had to agree, but said somewhat resentfully: "I'm not here to talk about my private life."

"Too bad," he moaned and gave me the once-over. "Exactly what are you here to talk about?"

"You—" I said and stepped toward the desk.

He lifted a thick brow. "What about me?"

"I want to know about the gambling debts Carter Delaney amassed and how far you were willing to go to collect them."

Lewinski flinched. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he claimed.

I planted my hands solidly on the desk and leaned at him with a scowl. "You and I both know you were his bookie, so let's cut the crap—"

He grinned, showing me his yellow teeth. "Okay, so I took bets for Delaney. Big deal! He liked to bet on college and pro football, boxing matches, and more. If wasn't me, it would've been someone else to take his money."

"But it was you who Carter placed the bets with—and now he's dead," I pointed out. "I'm sure the police would be very interested in talking to you about it."

This seemed to unnerve Lewinski. "Now don't get your feathers all ruffled, sweet lady," he said. "If you're suggesting I had something to do with Delaney's death—"

"I am unless you can convince me otherwise—" I told him, wanting to keep the pressure on just in case it was warranted. "I know Carter was in over his head. Even slime like you can resort to murder, if the shoe fits."

His nostrils expanded. "It doesn't."

When he reached for a top drawer, I clutched the gun in my purse and said: "I wouldn't, if I were you. I'm not about to take a bullet—at least not before giving up one or two myself.

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