Quinn Gets His Kicks by L H Thomson

Author:L H Thomson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Organized Crime, Murder, Thrillers & Suspense, Heist, Hard-Boiled, Crime, Thrillers, Thriller & Suspense
Publisher: J.I. Loome
Published: 2014-01-20T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

I SPENT SUNDAY MORNING BEING grilled by an arson detective named Burns, which was about the first funny thing I’d run into all week.

I managed to work in jokes about him making me sweat.

He didn’t find it so funny, it should be said. Sam Prince’s gas line had been rerouted into the basement of his townhouse, and a small charge set up outside above the line for good measure. So there was no doubt it was a homicide, and he felt it necessary to keep reminding me.

I’d already told them about Johnny Terrasini’s guy being on scene, but that had just led them down the same road as Belloche – to suspicion over my involvement,

The meaty detective leaned across the interview table, trying his best to intimidate, although the food in his moustache was so distracting it pretty much ruined his efforts. “Maybe you pointed out the house for the guy. Maybe it’s not such a coincidence you’re connected to Junior Flores as well,” he said, slamming his palms on the table with a kind of prosecutor’s confidence.

After a couple of hours, it got tiresome. “Ahhh, come on detective! You guys know I don’t have nothing to do with this.” I said. “I mean, what? You think the heavy act’s going to make me cough up some gem of information?”

He turned the seat across from me around and sat down so that he was leaning on its backrest. “So what’s the deal, Quinn? I read your file, I know your background. What are you doing getting mixed up with the Terrasinis? That ain’t your speed.”

I held up both hands in mock surrender. “I swear, detective, nothing is ‘my speed’ these days. My criminal days are long behind me. I ran into them on an art case, and I’ve been trying to undo it ever since.”

He offered me a cigarette and I turned it down. He pointed to himself with the pack. “You mind? This is the only place we can smoke in the building, and even then, it’s only supposed to be suspects.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “If anyone comes in I’ll say it was mine.”

He nodded quietly and surveyed me for a moment or two. “That’s real decent of you. You do favors for anyone else lately? Maybe... Johnny Terrasini?”

I rolled my eyes and looked heavenward for a little mercy.

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