The Fundamentals of Murder (Davey Goldman Series Book 2) by Love William F

Author:Love, William F. [Love, William F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Endeavour Press
Published: 2017-02-12T23:00:00+00:00

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Enjoyable as it sometimes is, briefing the boss is probably the hardest of all my many jobs. Even with the help of the notebook, it usually takes all my memory power to give him everything every time. He has an amazing ability to juggle hundreds of seemingly disconnected facts and find the two that fit. Since I’m never sure which facts will turn out to be the ones that fit, I have to be sure he gets them all.

When Sister Ernestine called us for dinner at a quarter to seven I’d gotten as far as my meeting with McClendon. While we ate dinner — and I don’t have a clue what we had — and returned to the office, I kept right on going. As we walked — in his case, rolled — back to the office, I was telling about my trip to Theodore’s building. And when, at 10:08, I finished telling how I’d sent Sandy home and then had failed to locate any S. Sarnoff anywhere in any New York City area phone directory, I was satisfied the boss did everything I did. I was also as exhausted as I’ve ever been.

Regan was sitting, a bit slumped in his wheelchair, eyes closed, chin in his hand. He didn’t say anything for a good thirty seconds after I finished.

“Well, well, well, David.” He opened his eyes and shot me a glance. “Your usual thorough job of reporting. A busy day. And as productive as it was busy.”

“Productive? Sounds promising. Are you onto something?”

The Bishop pursed his lips and shrugged. “Umm. A conjecture, perhaps. Nothing worth troubling you about. Not at this point, at any rate. But I do have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Haven’t you an obligation to tell the police about that concocted story? I refer to Miss Norville and Mr. Theodore attempting to convince you they spent the night together.”

I gave that suggestion the treatment it deserved. “You kidding? Look, they’d lied to the cops and I knew it — maybe. But Blake never even gave them the chance. He doesn’t even care whether those two have alibis. So why should I tell Blake that the alibis he should have asked about but didn’t would have been lies if he had asked?”

The boss subsided. When it comes to police procedure, he always defers to me. Well — almost always.

Next point: my program for the following day.

“As I see it,” I told him, “I should go back to Penniston Associates and talk to Nancy some more — assuming she hasn’t already been fired. I have a feeling that little girl could tell me some things.”

Regan sniffed. “I noted your description of the young lady, David. Forgive me for saying so, but your predilection for comely young women may be distorting your normally good judgment.”

I didn’t answer. That was obviously unfair, but I was too tired to start a fight over it. Regan glanced at me, saw my lip was zipped, and continued. “My own recommendation is that you go see

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