Wolf's Trap by W. D. Gagliani

Author:W. D. Gagliani [Gagliani, W. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2008-04-15T17:05:00+00:00

LUPO

The blood on the cellular phone belonged to one Harry R. Singer.

At least, that was the assumption. No one had heard from Mr. Singer for two days. Known to spend weeks at a time traveling on business, his absence had not yet raised suspicions when Lupo and Ben traced him through his cellular phone number. Unfortunately, no other calls had been mode from his phone recently.

The lab had picked up a perfect set of prints, but like those from the gun shop they seemed to be a dead end. Lupo had not officially connected the gun shop murder to Corinne's, and he hated considering the possible slaying of Harry Singer a third connecting point. It might raise too many questions about his inside knowledge. No one but Ben really knew Corinne had been his friend. The bloody message on the wall was directed at him, but the word was out that Satanists were involved. Ben probably suspected the original message was meant for Lupo, but he hadn't said a word. Now that Ben had been dragged into it, maybe somebody would spot the connection, but for now they were playing it as if the psycho knew they'd been assigned and was pulling a Jack the Ripper, goading the police. If Lupo stated the gunsmith's murder was connected, what then? Surely no serious cop would see the significance of the silver bullets. Or might someone? It seemed that someone already had.

And what about prints? Ibis guy made no effort to keep his prints off crime-scene items. Obviously, he didn't have a record, or he had found a novel way to hide one. Lupo had to admit, he was stumped. Not only because the guy's identity was a mystery, but also because it seemed unlikely that someone could kill so easily, so enthusiastically, without having done it before. And if he'd done it before, then there should have been a record of it. Somewhere.

Lupo sat at his desk and doodled on a legal pad. His drawings all had a tendency to turn into guns or airplanes-it had been like that since his childhood. His grandmother had always said that he'd become either a soldier or a pilot, though she would have preferred a priest.

Ha! Hell of a priest Id have made! Half of my Mends are misfits and rejects, and the other half spend most of their time chasing down the first half

Almost incongruously, the ELP song"Welcome Back My Fiends To the Show That Never Ends" popped into his head. If only he could think.

How might there not be a record of the perp?

He fashioned a Luger P-08 pistol into a supersonic jet fighter and then back again, with the addition of a shoulder stock. Guns and planes, planes and guns. Maybe he did have a one-track mind. But then, perps didn't usually leave messages for the cops, except in cheap B -movies. That is, unless you counted bullet-riddled corpses and blood splatters as messages.

Secret messages, that only cops could read.

Secret messages.

Lupo found himself doodling the figure of a man in a trench coat.

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