Sky high pies 31- The ccherry chip murders by Mary Maxwell

Author:Mary Maxwell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

“Are you serious?” I said a moment later. “Darren and Tony Hett are selling counterfeit lingerie?”

I stared at the laptop on the desk in the Sky High office. Detective Lund was in the chair, hands on the keyboard, while Dina and I leaned in from either side to study the bright red bustier on the screen.

“It’s not just counterfeit lingerie,” said the Denver PD detective. “It’s counterfeit Silhouette Séduisante.” She turned her head slightly. “As they say in Paris, ‘Ooh la la!’”

Dina snickered. “I think they say that in other places, too.”

“Yeah, but you know what I mean,” Jane replied.

I stood upright and walked around the desk. Then I sat down and confessed that I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Silhouette Séduisante,” she told me. “It’s a very high-end lingerie company based in London.”

“Sounds French,” I said. “And you just quoted people who live in Paris.”

She laughed. “Trust me; it’s a British company. They charge a small fortune for tiny unmentionables made out of silk, satin, lace and Swarovski crystals.”

“That one sounds Russian,” I said with an uplifted eyebrow.

“It’s a business based in Austria,” Jane said. “But that’s not important to our case.”

“What is?” I asked. “The little red getup on the computer?”

“Very much so,” she said. “Dina? Do you want to run us through what you found on the thumb drive that Darren gave to Katie?”

“Do we need passports?” I smiled. “So far, we’ve been to Paris, London and—”

I stopped when I noticed that Dina was glaring at me.

“Thank you, Jane,” she said. “I’d be delighted to tell my chatty friend here what we uncovered on Mr. Hett’s apparently stolen device.”

She kept her eyes on me, tightening them into a very clear warning not to make a snide remark.

“Tony Hett and some of his more nefarious business partners in Europe have been running a lucrative and highly illegal operation selling knockoff designer lingerie, clothing and jewelry,” Dina explained. “Hett owns a store in downtown Denver that sells the stuff, but he also wholesales it to unsuspecting retailers from coast to coast. Nobody knows exactly where it’s being manufactured, but whoever’s doing it has an eye for detail.”

“Like which details?” I asked.

“According to the documents that we recovered from the thumb drive, the lace is very close to a perfect match,” Dina said.

I smiled again. “I’ve never heard lace and thumb drive in the same sentence before.”

Dina’s left eye twitched and she said my name with just the right amount of icy disdain.

“Sorry,” I said. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Try harder,” Dina replied, failing to keep a tiny grin from flickering briefly on her otherwise stern, glowering face.

“Okay, I understand that Tony Hett and some sketchy Europeans have been selling fake designer negligees,” I said. “What I don’t quite understand is what this has to do with Darren Rigby or Tony’s disappearance.”

June Lund shifted in the chair. “From meeting notes that we also found on the stolen drive,” she said, “Tony offered to let Darren in on the counterfeit clothing side of his empire.

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