Quinn Checks In (Liam Quinn Mysteries Book 1) by LH Thomson

Author:LH Thomson [Thomson, LH]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: J.I. Loome
Published: 2014-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

No doubt, my mother was steamed over Sunday dinner. And she’d be even more upset if she knew I skipped church completely. So I thought I’d slide on over to the Druid for an hour or so, have a pint with my dad and survey the damage. Whenever something bothered her, he was both the surrogate whipping boy and the first to hear about it.

Halfway there, my phone rang. I let it go to voicemail, and was going to deal with it later, but after a couple of minutes I had to face that nagging feeling that I was missing something important.

I pulled off the Vine Street Expressway and checked my messages.

“Hello? Hello? I’m looking for Mr. Quinn. You left a card at the stadium. This is Jeffrey. We talked a little. You bought a couple of beers. At the stadium. Listen, I need to see you again. I... I’m kind of scared, so if you could call me back...”

He left his number and I dialed right away.

“Hello?” The voice was shaky and the background noise was considerable. I suspected he was at work.

“Jeffrey? It’s Liam Quinn. You called me.”

A murmured voice in the background, a younger man, said something, but I couldn’t make it out.

Jeffrey said, “I can’t talk right now. And I’m sorry I called, I can’t help you. It was just something stupid,” he said.

“Jeffrey, is there somebody there with you?”

The background voice was louder now, almost audible, barking a command.

“No, I ... listen, Mr. Quinn, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”

And then the line went dead.

No doubt that the kid had been scared out of talking to me.

I had an easy time picturing David Mince standing five feet away from his contrite friend, barking threats and orders in equal measure as we talked. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one of them had masterminded the beer robbery. I just needed one of them to talk about it on the record, preferably the skinny kid himself.

If one of them folded, the other two would go down quickly. It occurred to me it might be worth getting my father to “stop in” at the booth in full uniform. If the kid was as cold a fish as I thought, it wouldn’t intimidate him. But his two frightened friends might start thinking twice.

Mince, on the other hand, was going to take something special. I hadn’t yet quite figured out how to deal with his case.

After I got off the phone with the frightened kid, my message light came on. It was Paulie, Terrasini’s right-hand man. The forger was a small-timer named Polly, a British art student who’d lived somewhere just across the river in Camden. The guy who’d hired her was dead, but they had the first name, anyway. I made a mental note to call an old contact from the bad old days and see if he knew more about her work. I had no doubt that Vin the Shin arranged for her to paint the duplicate

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