Myron Bolitar 5 - One False Move by Coben Harlan

Author:Coben, Harlan
Language: eng
Format: epub

Myron Bolitar 5 - One False Move

He scanned the room for familiar faces. He recognized a couple of the ballplayers from his past, guys he had played against on the playground or in high school. A couple nodded hellos. Myron nodded back. A little boy just past the toddler stage sprinted through the room imitating a siren. Myron recognized him from the pictures on the mantel. Mabel Edwards's grandson. Terence Edwards's son.

Speaking of whom, where was candidate Edwards?

Myron scanned the room again. No sign of him. In front of him Mabel and Brenda finally broke their hold. Brenda wiped her eyes. Mabel pointed her toward a bathroom. Brenda managed a nod and hurried off.

Mabel approached him, her gaze on him and unwavering. Without preamble she asked, 'Do you know who killed my brother?'

'No.'

'But you're going to find out.'

'Yes.'

'Do you have a thought?'

'A thought,' Myron said. 'Nothing more.'

She nodded again. 'You're a good man, Myron.'

There was a shrine of some sort on the fireplace. A photograph of a smiling Horace was surrounded by flowers and candles. Myron looked at the smile he had not seen in ten years and would never see again.

He did not feel like a good man.

'I'll need to ask you some more questions,' Myron said.

'Whatever it takes.'

'About Anita too.'

Mabel's eyes stayed on him. 'You still think she's connected with all this?'

'Yes. I'd also like to send a man around to check your phone.'

'Why?'

'I think it's tapped.'

Mabel looked confused. 'But who would tap my phone?'

Better not to speculate right now. 'I don't know,' Myron said. 'But when your brother called, did he mention the Holiday Inn in Livingston?'

Something happened to her eyes. 'Why do you want to know that?'

'Evidently Horace had lunch with a manager there the day before he disappeared. It was the last charge on his credit card. And when we stopped by, Brenda thought she recognized it. That she may have been there with Anita.'

Mabel closed her eyes.

'What?' Myron asked.

More mourners entered the house, all carrying platters of food. Mabel accepted their words of sympathy with a kind smile and a firm hand grasp. Myron waited.

When there was a free second, Mabel said, 'Horace never mentioned the Holiday Inn on the phone.'

'But there's something else,' Myron said.

'Yes.'

'Did Anita ever take Brenda to the Holiday Inn?'

Brenda stepped back into the room and looked at them. Mabel put her hand on Myron's arm. 'Now is not the time for this,' Mabel said to him.

He nodded.

'Tonight maybe. Do you think you can come alone?'

'Yes.'

Mabel Edwards left him then to attend to Horace's family and friends. Myron felt like an outsider again, but this time it had nothing to do with skin color.

He left quickly.

Once on. the road Myron switched his cellular phone back on. Two incoming calls. One was from Esperanza at the office, the other from Jessica in Los Angeles. He briefly debated what to do. No question really. He dialed Jessica's hotel suite. Was it wimpy to call her right back? Maybe. But Myron looked at it as one of his more mature moments.

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