The Alex Troutt Thrillers: Books 1-3 (Redemption Thriller Series Box Set) by John W. Mefford

Author:John W. Mefford
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: Sugar Hill Press
Published: 2016-11-14T23:00:00+00:00

15

One step into the casino and I felt like I’d been pulled through a time warp. Everywhere I turned, I spotted leisure suits, bell-bottom pants, and even platform shoes.

“Is this casino reserved for folks from the generation before me?”

“Swingers. They think they still got it,” Archie Woods said, holding his mirrored sunglasses in one hand, even though the clock had just struck midnight.

“Just like you.”

“Me? Come on, Alex. I’m no swinger.”

“You just think you are.” I left Archie with a shocked look on his face, found a security guard, and got directions to the crime scene.

Weaving through the myriad of poker tables, craps tables, and roulette wheels, my sense of direction and time faded with each turn. Every space was filled with its own unique form of eye candy, either scantily clad women performing some type of high-kick routine, bare-chested men balancing objects on their heads, or cages full of men and animals. Just as I passed one such cage, elevated about twenty feet high, a crack of a whip made me lunge to the right.

“Scare ya, Alex?”

Archie had caught up, his eyes focused on an approaching girl wearing little more than pasties.

I snapped my fingers up. “Here, doggie. You going to go smell her butt?”

The not-so-tall, dark, and sleazy CIA agent simply smiled.

“Don’t answer that,” and I kept moving, wanting more than anything to lose him amidst the swarm of humans, but knowing I couldn’t.

He jogged up next to me. “You’re in damn good shape.” His legs motored faster.

“Stop it. Don’t butter me up. Don’t harass me. If you’re going to talk, tell me everything you know about Margaret Turov. Otherwise, I’ve heard all I can take about your African expeditions and climbs up Pike’s Peak.”

We’d flown into LaGuardia and then driven another couple of hours down to Atlantic City. He talked like he was being paid for each word spoken. But not a bit of it was relevant to our investigation, starting with why his agency had developed an immediate interest in Margaret Turov after they’d seen the video. I had my suspicions, but even after being extra nice to the guy, he wouldn’t open up. That would soon change. I wouldn’t leave the casino until I watched the video. But I also knew a video wouldn’t give me the background on Turov. The CIA was hiding something, which, in itself, wasn’t shocking. When a serial killer was on the loose and had ties to numerous law enforcement agencies, the hunt was motivated for reasons not necessarily related to stopping the killing. All of the agencies, led by the biggest, the CIA, were in “CYA” mode.

We arrived at the scene, cordoned off by a web of yellow tape and casino security guards. A guard with a thin mustache spoke to someone wearing an FBI jacket.

“Sir, we’re with—”

“Hold on one second, lady.”

I thought I noticed Carella at the end of a long hallway. I turned back around and found Archie eyeing a wall mirror. He had to see what I did—a short guy with curly hair, what looked like a new perm, checking himself out.

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