Curves Can Kill by Larry Kent

Author:Larry Kent
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thrillers, detective fiction, mystery novels, hard boiled crime, spillane, don haring, iccadilly publishing, larry kent detective
Publisher: Piccadilly

Chapter 6 ... night meeting ...

I fried the fish for dinner, leaving the fillets of the big bass in the refrigerator. I’ve learned that large fish are much better after they’ve been allowed to firm either on ice or in a fridge for about twenty-four hours. The four of us ate with good appetite.

“I’m going for a walk,” I announced after dinner.

“I’ll go with you,” Vicki said.

“You will not. I’ve cleaned the fish and I’ve made dinner. If the three of you have any sense of justice, you’ll pitch in together and do the dishes.”

There was some kidding around, but finally I left the cabin on my own, entered the woods beside the track, walked to where I thought the flash of light had originated. I didn’t find anything that might have reflected the glare of the sun—but I did find a set of tire tracks that didn’t match the tires of my car or Lee’s. I didn’t even have to check Lee’s tires, for these tracks went twenty feet or so into the woods on one side of the track and ten feet on the other; the driver had turned the car around and headed back towards the general store. There wasn’t the slightest doubt in my mind that what had temporarily blinded me when I was swimming with Vicki had been the sun reflecting from the glass or chrome of this car.

The driver of the car couldn’t have been a sightseer, I decided. A man would have to be more stupid than curious to risk his springs and shock absorbers on a track as bad as this one unless he knew what to expect at the other end. Of course, he could be a fisherman who’d been helping himself to the fish in Lee’s lake; and who, seeing that the cabin was occupied had decided to get the hell out of there.

I followed the tire tracks for about a mile before returning to the cabin. The dishes were done. Vicki, Rita and Lee sat around a card table, playing rummy.

“How about bridge?” Lee suggested.

“I’m easy,” I said.

“I’m not a very good player,” Vicki said.

“Then you can be Larry’s partner,” Lee said. “Shall we make it interesting? A penny a point?”

I couldn’t get interested in the game. I kept thinking about the car. It was Vicki who sent my mind moving in another direction. She hooked a leg inside mine, massaged the inside of my leg, just above the ankle. This made me think of how she had looked floating on the lake. And this in turn stoked my imagination. “Stoked” is the correct word. Soon I was feeling very warm indeed.

At about nine o’clock, Vicki yawned. It was a very elaborate yawn.

“Don’t let us keep you up,” Rita said.

“Sorry,” Vicki said. “It’s not the company. Larry wore me out on the lake this afternoon. We even went swimming.”

“Yes, I saw you dive off the jetty,” Rita said. “I meant to compliment you on your swimsuit, Vicki.”

“Oh, you liked it?”

“Very becoming.

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