The Revenge Game: An Urban Fantasy Mystery (Wicklow College of Arcane Arts Book 2) by BR Kingsolver

The Revenge Game: An Urban Fantasy Mystery (Wicklow College of Arcane Arts Book 2) by BR Kingsolver

Author:BR Kingsolver [Kingsolver , BR]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-10T23:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 21

Call it perverse, but as much as I hated winter, I had an urge to get out into the first snow of the season. I dressed in layers—and looked a little like an arctic explorer—then caught the bus into town. One thing I hadn’t considered before was a weather covering for my bicycle, so that went on my shopping list along with eggs and milk.

Barclay hadn’t told me exactly where they found Kathleen Furman’s body, but I walked along the river park until I saw yellow crime-scene tape. Shirley Thompson’s car was parked across the street.

I found the reporter with her camera standing as close as she could get to where the cops had the Furman’s position staked out. There were three paths tramped down in the snow. The cops and forensics people kept carefully to those paths.

“Any more revelations?” I asked as I came up behind Thompson. She jumped, and gave me a startled look.

“They arrested Dr. Sebastian Fernandez from the College,” she said.

“I heard that. Any idea what she was doing out here? It was snowing, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. All I’ve been able to find out, she had dinner with Fernandez. The last time anyone saw her was leaving the restaurant.”

“Which one?”

“Chez Axel.”

The same bistro where I had met Furman. I hadn’t thought she enjoyed it that much.

“We’re what, half, maybe three-quarters, of a mile from there? Kathleen didn’t strike me as the outdoorsy let’s-go-for-a-walk-in-the-snow kind of girl.”

Thompson shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. There weren’t any tracks leading to where they found her. The snow covered everything.”

It was still cloudy, and the temperature was below freezing. The ice and snow hadn’t started to melt yet.

“Any idea where else she went yesterday?”

Thompson gave me a lopsided grin. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be asking the questions?”

“I have what the cops told me, I figured I’d check it with what you’ve learned.”

She tilted her head, obviously considering my offer. “Trade?”

“Someplace warm?”

We retired to a small bakery down the street. She ordered coffee, I ordered tea. I told her what information Barclay had shared with me, and she said that Furman had been seen at the Wayfarer Inn the previous afternoon.

“Any idea who she visited there?” I asked.

“No. I would guess Tomas Ortiz, or the Ariases, or Lieutenant Barclay. I don’t know of anyone else staying there who might be connected to the Henderson story.”

Maybe it shouldn’t have bothered me, but the reporter saw Alice as a story, as did Kelly, the cops saw Alice as a case, the CIA saw her as a problem. I barely knew her, but when I thought of her, I got a feeling of uncontrolled terror. How horrifying it must have been to feel herself thrust out into space that far above the ground. For some reason, it really, really bothered me.

“You’re the only other person I know who’s staying there presently,” I said.

“Yes, that’s true.” She snorted. “Hell, no one talks to me. I wonder if Lieutenant Kagan will arrest all of us next.



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