The Extortionist: A Gripping Steve Jobz PI Thriller with a Twist for an Ending (A Steve Jobz PI Thriller Book 3) by Vincent Zandri

Author:Vincent Zandri [Zandri, Vincent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action, Crime, mystery & suspense, mystery, Thriller & Suspense, psychological, Steve Jobz, suspense, thriller, vincent zandri
Publisher: Bear Mystery
Published: 2019-11-28T16:00:00+00:00

A few minutes later, we arrive at my houseboat on the port.

“What are your orders?” I ask.

“Wait to hear from me,” he says. “I’m hoping to get word on the knife pretty soon. Turns out one of the blood types matches Kyle’s, we no longer have to worry about releasing her. In the meantime, keep digging. Keep asking questions and poking your nose into things. Maybe Kyle was working with a team.”

“I could start with interviewing the women in the general office at the elementary school. They were in the picture with Kyle hanging on Mrs. Carter’s vestibule wall.”

“Exactly. Meantime, we get lucky, and it turns out Kyle’s blood in on that knife, we can close this thing out.”

“And I’ll be out of a job.”

“Hey, Henry misses you, I’m sure. It must be lonely in the Unemployment Insurance Fraud Agency without the magnetic Steve Jobz hanging around.”

“I hate offices,” I say.

“Have fun tonight,” he says.

I open the door.

“Oh, and Jobz,” he adds.

I turn to him.

“Don’t forget to use protection,” he says. “You’re a little old to be changing diapers.”

I close the door, his very valid point resonating in my brain.

I don’t even bother with heading into the houseboat. Instead, I hop in the Mustang, double check to make sure my .45 is still packed away safely inside the glove box, then make my way to Lanie’s Bar for a couple pre-Brit pops. My guess is Henry will already be bellied up to the bar. She’ll want to be filled in on the Mrs. Carter Lunchroom Lady train wreck.

As it turns out, Henry is indeed settled up to the bar, a giant bright red Cosmo set before her. It matches her red pants suit and open-toed pumps as if she planned it that way when she got dressed this morning. She spots me as soon as I come through the door. She also politely asks the people sitting beside her to move down a stool or two to free one up for me.

I slide myself onto the stool, glance at the goateed bartender.

“Bud,” I say politely.

He brings me a beer, sets it down before me onto a napkin.

“First off,” Henry says, “before you say anything, Jobzy. How’s your poor mother?”

I drink some beer, set the bottle back down, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Not looking so good,” I say. “I just left the hospital.”

“You been consulting with her doctor? What’s she say?”

“How do you know he’s a she?”

“Only the smartest doctors work ICU. Trust me on that, I been there. Female doctors are the sharpest.”

“That’s reverse discrimination,” I say.

She carefully sips her Cosmo. “Call it what you will,” she says. “I call it the truth.”

I’m thinking about the little Indian doctor she was drooling over just last night. Dr. Singh.

“In answer to your query,” I say, “I haven’t actually been talking to a doctor, not that I won’t at some point.”

“Who you been talking to then?”

“My mom’s nurse. Brit.”

“The girl you chasing after.”

I smile. “It just so happens, she invited me to dinner at her house tonight.

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