A Man Made For Killing by Dan Ames

Author:Dan Ames [Ames, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Slogan Books

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The wine tasted really good so Pauling afforded herself another glass. She sat outside and watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon. The sunsets were spectacular here. When the case wrapped up, if it ever did to anyone's satisfaction, she was going to miss the sunsets. Pauling highly doubted she’d see any again so stunning.

Pauling went back inside to the corkboard that held the keys to the conservatory’s vehicles and selected the white jeep that Dr. Sirrine had picked her up in when she’d first come to the island.

She went outside, fired it up and there was a rap on the window that startled her. She jumped.

"Hey, are you going up to the Salty Crab?" Gabe Rawlins looked in at her, a big grin on his cherubic face.

“Yeah, hop in," Pauling said.

Gabe opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Pauling pulled out of the driveway of the Nest and minutes later they arrived at the Salty Crab, parked and went inside. There were a few guys sitting at various tables, another group of men shooting pool.

Gabe and Pauling went to the bar, each ordered a beer and sat down near one of the picture windows.

"So what do you think of this whole thing so far?" Gabe said.

"What do you mean?" Pauling answered.

Gabe shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, I don't know," he said. "I guess I'm just wondering since you're new to this and you just met everybody what do you think? Anything strike you as odd? What do you think of all these people? Dr. Sirrine? Ted? Janey?”

Pauling smiled. "Everybody seems cool," she said. "I guess the big question is what do you think of everybody? You‘ve been here longer than I have."

Gabe took a long drink of his beer, which was already almost empty. He had pounded that beer fast. "To be honest I think you got a bunch of second-rate scientists stationed to this outpost because they're losers." He nearly spat the words at Pauling.

"I appreciate you being direct."

"More like being honest," he said. He stood with his empty bottle and Pauling tossed down the rest of her beer. She’d better slow down or she’d get trashed. Best not to try to match Gabe beer for beer.

Gabe went and brought two more beers back to the table.

When he sat down, Pauling asked him, “So how well did you know Paige?"

He shrugged his shoulders as if it was a subject he was tired of discussing. "I hit on her a couple of times,” he said. “She wasn't interested, if you can believe that," he said, his voice rich with sarcasm.

He nodded his head toward the military guys sitting over at the tables and playing pool. "She seemed more interested in those kind of guys. You know, ripped bodies, raging hard-ons and IQs in the 70s."

Pauling reconciled the answer with what Janey had told her. Gabe put his beer down on the table and toyed with the napkin underneath it.

Gabe looked up at the man who had suddenly appeared at their table.

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