Nickel City Blues (Gideon Rimes Book 1) by Gary Earl Ross

Author:Gary Earl Ross [Ross, Gary Earl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SEG Publishing
Published: 2021-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

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NPR’s Morning Edition woke us at six-thirty. Sunrise was still an hour away. Outside lights had lessened during the night, and the loft was dark. Beneath the covers, Phoenix lay pressed into my spine, her left arm curled around my torso. She detached herself, stretched, and sat up as I turned onto my back. For a moment she was just a silhouette, looking down at me, saying nothing. I groped for her right hand and brought it to my lips. Then she turned on a bedside lamp, and I saw her smiling. Fingers in my hair, she kissed my nose and told me to get coffee while she showered for work. “The Mr. Coffee is always on a timer. I fill it every evening when I get home.” As I sat up, she slipped out of bed and disappeared down the step and around the corner to the bathroom. Always on a timer. Information I would need if I were invited to sleep over again. I thought about that as the shower began to hiss.

While a local news reporter interviewed a woman whose name I didn’t catch about something called Sunrise Village, I stood and went to the corner windows. I seldom got a chance to see a waking city from such a vantage point and stayed there for a minute or so, naked and shivering, only my feet warm beside the baseboard heating unit. Then I went to the couch, where my clothes were heaped on the floor and my glasses lay on the coffee table. Once dressed, I carried last night’s wine glasses to the kitchenette, washed them, and set them in the rack. The Mr. Coffee was on the counter, its glass pot full. I got two blue UB Law mugs from the cupboard and set one beside the coffeemaker. The other I filled and topped off with caramel creamer from the refrigerator. I got a spoon from the flatware drawer and stirred. After rinsing the spoon and putting it in the rack, I carried my coffee back to the windows and looked out again.

Sipping, I reviewed what I would need to accomplish today. As soon as I got home I would log onto a specialized search engine and delve into Vince Osterman and CitiQuest. But I wanted more than public records before I confronted Oz to ask why he had taken my picture and given my name to Amanda Corso and the police. I wanted things LJ was more gifted at finding: private files, emails, cached audio and video, hidden financials. I had left my phone on vibrate and hadn’t heard it buzzing in the night but I took it from my pocket and checked it anyway. Nothing from LJ yet, and it was too early to call him. No texts or voice mails from anyone else either. I wondered where Chalmers and Piñero were in their investigation, what their next step would be. They had ruled out Lorenzo Quick, but I wasn’t ready to do that without at least reviewing their notes.

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