Adrien English Mysteries 3 - The Hell You Say by Josh Lanyon

Author:Josh Lanyon [Lanyon, Josh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-07-29T21:26:44.420000+00:00

abandoned my combat pose and grabbed it.

“Hello there,” Guy said, elaborately casual. “I wondered how you were recovering from

last night.”

My heart slowed. “I think the wine did more damage than the crash landing. I’ve had a

headache all day.”

“Me too.” He gave an odd laugh. “I’ve been placed on administrative leave.” “What does that mean?”

“In effect, I’ve been suspended pending the outcome of the police investigation into the death of Tony Zellig.” Phone propped between my shoulder and ear, I poured myself a brandy and sat on the sofa. I should have known Jake wouldn’t abandon his original line of inquiry. This must mean that the police were now openly and officially connecting Kinsey Perone’s death with the others. I wasn’t sure if that was good news or bad news for Angus. Good news if he could prove his alibi for the night Kinsey had died.

“So Zellig was a student?”

“Yes. Practical Magic 101.”

Funny, I’d thought to ask him about everyone except Tony Zellig.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Me too. But you don’t have anything to be sorry for. My impression is that the police pushed for this, and the administration was relieved to have the decision made for them.” I said, “I’m sure it will all work out.” I wasn’t sure of any such thing, but I had no idea what to say to him.

There was a silence that lasted too long, then he said, “I tried to get hold of Peter today. I wanted to ask whether he would be willing to speak to you, but he’s out of the country. He’s celebrating the holidays with his parents in Germany.”

It was possible. Lisa and I had celebrated Christmas in Germany when I was eighteen. It was the year before I’d started college. The year before I met Mel.

“I appreciate that.”

“What will you do next?”

“I don’t know. I’m running low on ideas.” And I was completely out of enthusiasm. I had no proof that my inquiries hadn’t made everyone’s situation, including mine, worse. Maybe the biggest favor I could do myself was to butt out.

“I see,” he said quietly.

Once again there was an unnatural silence.

Once again Guy broke it. “If there’s anything I can do to help, I wish you’d let me know.”

“I’ll let you know,” I said.

* * * * *

Rewind Tuesday, hit play: that was Wednesday. When it was over at last, and my wish to be alone again -- silent and barricaded in for the night -- was finally granted, I realized I was too restless to stay home.

I couldn’t do tai chi all evening. I had no desire to write. Less desire to read. Sitting home with the brandy bottle was not a good plan in any case.

What did single people do on Wednesday nights? I didn’t seem to remember, although technically I had never stopped being single. Did they sit home and watch TV, or did they go to clubs, bars, single events? I was pretty sure the majority of them did not run around trying to solve murders.

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