Textbook Murder by Laina Turner

Author:Laina Turner [Turner, Laina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 6035553567
Publisher: Laina Turner Media
Published: 2019-03-24T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“I warn you, this isn’t the type of bar you college professors are used to.”

“How do you know what I’m used to?” she asked playfully. “You think I can’t hang with the riffraff? I have brothers, remember?”

“I’m sure you can hold your own just about anywhere. I just wanted to convey it’s not the type of bar you would probably think of as a hangout for Bill. Though you didn’t know him, so not sure why I’d think that.”

They reached the bar by the time Randall finished his sentence. He had been exact when he said it was right around the corner.

Randall opened the door, and it took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the dingy light. He had not exaggerated. This was quite a dive. Stale cigarette smoke permeated the air, and her feet were sticking to the floor even though they had just walked in. She wrinkled up her nose in disgust.

“I told you!” Randall said when he saw the expression on her face.

“Yes, you did. Did Bill just like this place so he could walk home after having a few too many?”

“That was part of it, but I also think he enjoyed hanging out in this environment. He told me once after a few beers that there was no pressure here. He could just relax and be who he wanted to be. No one here knew, or cared, who he was.”

“Interesting,” Chloe said and continued to look around.

“So, dare I ask what you are hoping to find out here? Or were you suddenly in the mood for a morning cocktail?”

“You said he called you from here?” Chloe replied, ignoring his question.

“That’s my assumption based on the background noise and my knowledge of his habits. He was very much a creature of routine.”

“Okay. Then maybe someone who was here that night might remember something. You know, about his mood maybe, or if he met someone here. It’s a long shot but worth a try.”

“It’s as good an idea as any.”

Chloe walked up to the bar and sat down, with Randall close behind her.

“What can I get you folks?” a friendly looking bartender, probably in his mid-fifties, said.

“A Diet Coke and some information,” Chloe said.

The bartender’s eyebrows raised, and he looked at Randall to hear what he wanted.

“Same, please.”

Without saying a word, the bartender went and got their sodas and set them down in front of them.

“Here’s the first half of your request. And you have my interest on the second. What kind of information can I help you with?”

“Well . . .” Chloe paused, waiting for the bartender to offer up his name.

“Harry. You can call me Harry.”

“Well, Harry, we are looking for some information on one of your regulars.”

“I don’t like to gossip about patrons, ma’am. Tends to make for bad business.”

“Harry, I can understand, and you’re right, but this is a special case, and I really need your help. The guy’s name is Bill Peterson.”

Harry made a face. “Didn’t I just hear on the news that fellow was murdered?”

“That’s why we’re here.

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