Backwater Key (Kurt Hunter Mysteries Book 4) by Steven Becker

Author:Steven Becker [Becker, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The White Marlin Press
Published: 2018-05-20T22:00:00+00:00

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I let the call go to voicemail. There were some things I had to sort out before I talked to Pierce. He seemed to know more about my whereabouts than Martinez. His intel was most likely coming from Susan McLeash, but I had no proof. I didn’t know if I could get it, either. With our history, confronting her was not going to get any answers.

I reconsidered talking to Dick Tracy. It’s not a good thing for an investigator to allow his ego to dictate actions, and I knew this is what I was doing. “Maybe it would be a good idea to sit down with your partner.”

“I think if you two could put your dicks away you might get somewhere.”

She had pretty much nailed it. I offered to get Grace a cup of coffee while she called him. She declined and I remembered that she drank some concoction that required a barista. I wandered down the hall and got a cup of the local black.

“He’s due in an hour.”

At least he wasn’t rushing in on my account. I looked at my watch, wondering if I could get anything done. Sitting here in my park service uniform at the county jail was an unsettling experience. Perps and arresting officers streamed by and I caught glances from both. For different reasons, both groups thought I was inferior.

I remembered Sid’s message. “I’m going to run by the ME’s office and see if the autopsy report is completed.” I could at least take care of this bit of housekeeping. Autopsies were not my favorite pastime, and this seemed a clear-cut murder. It was customary but not required for homicide investigators to observe the procedure. And until this morning, I had been working on my own time and I’d thought that a good enough excuse to miss it.

“Okay. I’ve got some paperwork.” Grace walked out through the security doors with me. “He’s reaching out; don’t leave him hanging.”

So was I, but she had set up the meeting and I would respect that. I squinted and noticed the humidity as soon as we were out the door. It was hot. Not summer hot yet, but you could tell it was coming. We agreed to meet back at the station in an hour. I went to the truck and typed the medical examiners’ office address into my phone. The map app calculated it was over a half hour drive from the metro-west detention center. There was not enough time; I put the visit on the back burner.

Looking at the map on my phone, I saw there was still a dot on the paint shop where Pierce kept the bikes. With nothing better to do, I decided on a quick drive-by. The more I could learn about Agent Pierce, the better.

When I pulled into the narrow street I noticed there was a lot more activity than there had been here two nights ago. Although the units had rollup doors, I could see now that most were businesses. The street was lined with work vans and trucks.

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