T. Jefferson Parker by The Fallen

Author:The Fallen
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780061827839
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-12-15T12:38:56+00:00

“You going to watch that thing again at home?” she asked.

“It will help me understand Garrett.”

“It’s hard to watch.”

“Robbie, do you ever get sick of being a nice guy?”

I thought about that a minute. “I never put much effort into it.”

“Just naturally a nice guy?”

“I guess. Maybe I got a little nicer after the fall, you know, just trying to be more considerate.”

“You always say ‘fall,’ instead of ‘being thrown.’ Like it was an accident.”

“No, it was no accident. I was there because I wanted to be there. I just got caught off guard.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” said McKenzie. “Either way, you’re a nice guy, Robbie.”

“Well, thanks.”

Just then a late-model Corvette grumbled to a stop on the street outside Garrett’s apartment building, then angled back quickly for a precise parallel park.

Sam Asplundh uncoiled from the driver’s seat, pushed the door closed with his boot, and came down the sidewalk toward us. He was dressed the same as he was a few hours ago when I’d seen him with Stella Asplundh and John Van Flyke. When his coattail swung out, his Bureau sidearm was holstered in plain sight over his right hip.

“Brownlaw,” he said, “I’m going to have a look around Garrett’s place if you don’t mind. Stella and I have to figure out what to do with everything in there.”

He came up the stairs, brandishing a house key. “I’ll be a good boy with respect to possible evidence.”

I introduced him to McKenzie. He gave her a sly smile and a quick appraisal.

“What’s your take on the murder?” he asked her.

“Enemies,” said McKenzie.

“That’s what three years in Professional Standards and three months in Ethics gets you,” said Sam.

“How is Stella holding up?” I asked.

He looked at me and shook his head. “It’s been tough. Her folks will be here later today, and that might help. She’s a good person, you know, not just a pretty woman.”

I thought it odd that Sam would comment on Stella Asplundh’s good looks.

“Maybe you and I could sit down and talk about your brother and Stella sometime,” I said.

“Break my heart, but I’ll do it,” said Sam. He took out a card and wrote his cell number on the back. “Anytime.”

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