WHEN THE MUSIC DIES by Ken Vanderpool

Author:Ken Vanderpool [Vanderpool, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Murder, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Suspense, Crime Fiction, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B00B41BJMW
Publisher: TWIN OAKS PRESS
Published: 2012-10-29T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

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Dara Hamid’s Apartment

Nashville, Tennessee

Tuesday Evening

“Norm—what are you doing?” Mike asked as he rounded the corner into the small kitchen.

The big detective jerked the white bag from his face, rolled the top back down and returned it to the refrigerator shelf. “I was looking for evidence.”

“Did that smell like evidence?” Mike asked.

“It smelled heavenly. It’s baklava.”

“I know. You’re starved again, right? You can eat something later when we’re finished. We’ve got work to do.”

“Ten-four,” Norm said. “I’m almost done in here. I haven’t spotted anything of interest. Hell, I haven’t spotted much of anything at all. They must have meager tastes.”

“And a meager budget too, I’m sure. Most of us can’t even relate. Why don’t you give Wendy a hand in the bedroom? Maybe there’s something in his personal papers that can provide us some direction.”

“Sure.” Norm’s gloved right hand fumbled to get his pen from his shirt pocket and make some quick notes. He took six steps to get from the small kitchen-dining combination to the even smaller second bedroom.

“Any luck yet?” Norm asked.

Wendy wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Not much. Only the basic personal stuff we all have; actually quite a bit less than we have. I’ve got some things there in that box that might offer some information.”

Norm looked in the box at evidence bags containing a pair of off-brand running shoes with mud in the soles, personal items from the bathroom and the dresser top, and a large flat envelope.

“I found this in the top dresser drawer,” Wendy said as she picked up the manila envelope. She opened the clasp and pressed the edges until the sides spread apart.

Norm peered inside to see a greeting card with a matching envelope and a flat Hallmark bag. “Is anything written on the card?”

Wendy smiled and nodded. “It must have been for his lady friend.”

“Sarah,” Norm said.

“He wrote some very nice words; told her how important she was to him. He said she was his ‘gift from God’,” Wendy quoted. “At the end, he told her he loved her. It sounds to me like it could have been the first time he’d told her. Well—would have been.”

Norm blinked. “That’s sad.”

“It gets worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“The receipt in the bag gave the date of purchase as over a month ago.”

“Hmm. I guess he’s been working on his English,” Norm said.

“Maybe—more likely his nerve—and he never got the chance to use it.”

Norm looked at his watch. “We gotta get finished here and get back to the CJC.”

“Hey, Mike?” Norm took a quick exit from the bedroom and found Mike, looking through some photos. “Have the officers located Miss Jennings yet?” Norm said.

“Yes, she’ll be waiting on us when we get to the Justice Center. You guys about finished?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell Wendy to wrap it up, and I’ll let the cousins know we’re leaving.”

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