A Fatal Appraisal by J. B. Stanley & Ellery Adams

Author:J. B. Stanley & Ellery Adams [Stanley, J. B. & Adams, Ellery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9780425212646
Goodreads: 645506
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2006-10-03T00:00:00+00:00

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Molly had no idea what the expected to find by walking around the lot where the crew of Hidden Treasures parked. While most of die head appraisers were given the use of rental cars in each city, the crewmembers were expected to drive their own vehicles to every show. Apparently there were less perks involved in being a member of the crew. They certainly didn't stay at the same quality hotels as the appraisers, and even if she tracked down Randy's hotel, Molly had little expectation of being able to break into his hotel room if his car gave her no indication of whether or not he was a murderer.

Scanning over the list, she read that Randy drove a black Ford F-150 with Alabama plates reading N2BASS and it didn’t take her long to locate his truck. The front grill was outfitted to hold at least six fishing poles and the rear bumper was completely covered by fishing bumper stickers reading: Women Love Me, Fish Fear Me; The Question of Fishing Is Not A Matter of Life or Death— It's Bigger Than That; 'Carpe Diem' Does Not Mean 'Fish of the Day'; and Save The Bass—Shoot A Land Developer.

The back window was covered with fishing stickers and catch-and-release badges. A silver wide-mouth bass dangled from the rearview mirror.

"So this is your passion," Molly said. She peered through the tinted passenger window into the cab and grimaced at the mass of fast-food cartons, balled-up napkins, and empty soda cans that littered the floor. The front seat was completely obscured by maps, fishing magazines, and what looked like a well-read issue of Playboy featuring a sexy pro-wrestler on the cover.

A fat drop of rain splashed down onto Molly's hand as she pressed her nose against the glass.

"Great," she complained to the dirty truck. "What was I thinking I would find? A written confession propped up on the dashboard?"

Sighing in self-disgust, she decided to take a quick look through the small cab window at the back seat bench. It too was Uttered with old food containers and yellowed magazines, but just as Molly was about to give up and seek shelter from the rain, which had begun to dot die surface of the truck with more regularity, she spied a balled-up rag soiled with what looked like black stains on the driver's side of the bench seat.

Hoping against hope that the stains were not created by furniture polish, Molly dashed over to the other side of the truck and peered down at the rag. Her heart began drumming faster as she stared at the powdery-looking black stains. It was the mold. It had to be.

"I knew it!" Molly declared and pulled out both her cell phone and Detective Robeson's card from her purse. She punched in his number excitedly and almost jumped for joy when he answered on the third ring.

"Robeson speaking." The deep voice rumbled through the earpiece. Molly quickly explained her discovery and described exactly where Randy's truck was parked in the Krispy Kreme lot.

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