[Casey Jones 01.0] Legwork by Katy Munger

Author:Katy Munger [Munger, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Suspense
Publisher: Avon Books
Published: 1997-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Bill Butler was the strong-and-not-very-silent type. The next morning, he left a message on my answering machine that would have curdled the milk in my coffee had I not been the black, no sugar type. I was smart enough not to pick up the phone.

"Damn it, Casey, that little trick of yours last night was not funny," he said. "Randy was one of my best undercovers. He damn near dislocated his shoulder. It cost me three hours sorting out what the hell happened and voiding the arrest of the poor drunken bozo who thought he was protecting your dubious honor. The guy started blubbering, for chrissakes. His mother had to come pick him up from the station. It was pathetic. I hope you're happy."

I was happy. Just the sound of Bill Butler's voice made my toes tingle. I listened to another few minutes of his lecturing while I dressed once again for maximum respectability.

Bill's harangue was followed by an equally hostile phone call from Mary Lee Masters. I decided not to pick up on that one either. "Casey? Remember me? I'm the person paying you triple your usual fee. It might be nice to hear from you once in a while." There was an ominous silence before she continued. "These press idiots are driving me crazy and Maloney is up three points in the polls. Plus, I got another one of those obscene phone calls today. Could I have a little help here? Call me or you're dead meat."

Maybe she had a point. She was paying my fee. I would fill her in on the highlights but keep some of the tidbits to myself.

"About time," she barked when I called her back. "I knew you were standing there listening. Make it quick. I have some stupid appearance at a peanut factory in thirty minutes."

"Nuts!" I said.

"Just give it."

I gave it. She didn't like it when I got to the part about investigating Thornton Mitchell's past, starting when he went to the University of North Carolina.

"What the hell good is going through old school records?" she demanded. "Half the state went to UNC. Big deal."

"True," I conceded. "You did, too, as I recall."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" It was a challenge and I wondered what was eating her.

"Look, Casey," she continued. "That's a complete waste of time. I don't like my money going for a wild goose chase."

And I didn't like my clients telling me what to do. What was the big deal about me spending the morning in Chapel Hill? What the hell was she trying to hide? Ooops, there goes my lack of trust again.

I changed the subject. "Bradley is in the clear. He was in the Bahamas."

"I should have known," she said bitterly. "How old was she?"

Oops. I changed the subject again. "They have a suspect in custody," I said. "His name is Ramsey Lee."

There was a short silence. "He didn't do it," she said flatly.

"I know," I agreed, silently wondering how she could be as sure as I was.

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