The Mystery of the Curiosities by C. S. Poe

Author:C. S. Poe [Poe, C. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery
ISBN: 978-1-63533-265-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

THE DOOR to Ricky’s was locked. And it had started raining again.

I moved to a nearby doorway, standing under the little awning and watching my target. No one came or left. I guess lap dances weren’t popular at just after one on a workday. The sky cracked and roared, and a bright flash of lightning tore in between skyscrapers. The rain came in a sudden torrent, rushing down the streets and into drains, washing out the sidewalk, and causing other pedestrians to make mad dashes for awnings like I had.

“Jesus,” I swore, stuffing my hands into my pockets and suppressing a shiver as the wind picked up.

What am I doing?

Being a busybody, that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t somewhere safe, like I should have been. I wasn’t listening to Calvin, and I hadn’t learned my lesson. I wanted to see this through to the possibly bitter end.

I wanted to prove Meredith Brown killed her daughter, just like the note told me to do. Because I wanted to know what would happen next. I wanted it to bring me closer to who had blown up my home and killed people. And I wanted to understand the Barnum connection when there appeared to be no rhyme or reason.

So I stood there scowling and waiting.

The violence of the sudden storm eased over the course of about thirty minutes, but it was still coming down at a steady and freezing rate when a big delivery van came to a stop, double-parking outside of Ricky’s. A guy jumped out of the passenger seat and moved around the back to hoist up the door. From my view it looked like furniture inside, and I suspected some sort of party rental shop. A second man came around the back from the driver’s side, and they both started pulling carefully packed items from the van.

The door to Ricky’s swung open next, and a guy stepped out briefly to shout something I couldn’t make out, motion with his hands, and then prop the door open for the movers. He vanished back inside afterward. I perked up, watching for someone else to come out or something to happen, but the door just stood open, and despite the rain, the movers took their sweetass time.

I stepped out from under the awning, hunching my shoulders as rain found its way down the back of my collar. I walked by the front door, glancing inside. It was dim and hard to make much out, but no one stood there to block me from entering.

“Should have had this shit delivered on pallets,” one mover griped. “Cheap fuck.”

“I’m too old to be breaking my back like this,” the other said.

All right, so they weren’t paying any attention. I looked back at the door and took a step inside before I could think too much about the consequences.

The club’s lights were low. The place was bedazzled with Valentine’s Day decorations, which was a little strange if you asked me. Loads of gaudy paper hearts and cupids hung from the ceiling.

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