Buried Leads (A Headlines in High Heels Mystery) by Walker LynDee

Author:Walker, LynDee [Walker, LynDee]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, mystery books, british mysteries, mystery and thriller, whodunnit, amateur sleuth, english mysteries, murder mysteries, women sleuths, whodunit, humorous mystery, female sleuth
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2013-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

“So you come by your interest in politics honestly?” I smiled.

“I guess so,” she said. “It’s hard to not be cynical about politics when you know politicians, though. They’re mostly weasels.”

I stared for a second, her laughter at the idea of Grayson playing poker popping up in my thoughts.

No way.

But she’d used his first name. Could she know him? Like, in the Biblical sense?

“Do you know very many politicians?” My voice was too high. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. “How about Senator Grayson?”

“He’s an asshole. Everyone thinks he’s so charming, such an upstanding family man.” Lakshmi put her glass on the table and shook her head, snapping her mouth shut like she’d thought better of what she was going to say.

I stayed quiet.

“Well.” She flashed a crooked smile and it was easy to see why men would pay to be with her. She looked like she belonged in a painting. “If people only knew.”

Christ on a cracker, as Eunice would say. Not cards. Call girls.

The photo of Grayson’s family flashed up from my memory and I pictured his short, round wife with her mousy eighties mom hair standing next to Lakshmi.

My gut said I’d found where the money was going.

If I was right about it coming from Billings, I just needed the filler pieces of my puzzle. Was Amesworth their go-between? And how and why had he ended up in a shallow grave?

“I think I’m done with the wine,” Lakshmi said, standing.

“It was nice to meet you,” I said. “Good luck.”

“I make my own luck,” she said. “It gives me the best probability of getting what I want.”

I watched Lakshmi stumble toward her doctor friend, who was saying his goodnights, and wondered: was Grayson being bribed and blackmailed at the same time? Hookers, no matter their looks or price, are never good for political careers. What if Grayson had killed Amesworth to keep his secret?

Why was it that every time I found an answer, three new questions popped up? It was like an exhausting game of mental whack-a-mole. I pulled out my Blackberry and checked my email. Nothing interesting. And it was after midnight already.

I looked up, and Parker caught my eye. The other men were trickling out. I nodded slightly and he stood, sweeping a stack of bills off the tabletop.

He shook hands with the other men at his table, bending over Captain Cigar from earlier and looking toward the door. A tall, thin man with platinum hair and an expensive suit had joined our doorman to bid everyone goodnight.

Parker held a finger up at me and made his way to the door. I followed, lagging behind a few steps as he took the guy aside and moved quickly from pleasantries to serious conversation. The man shook his head, holding his hands up.

Parker took half a step closer, his easy smile fading, and said something else. I had a pretty good feeling he’d found who Willis Hunt owed money to.

Pulling out a roll of

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