Dangerous Company (Detective Damien Drake Book 11) by Patrick Logan

Author:Patrick Logan [Logan, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathological Ink
Published: 2022-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Screech didn’t know what to make of Wendy’s adamant position that her husband was dead. It could either be a coping mechanism, a way to deny the curse that was hope, or just a method to channel her obvious anger.

“Well, there’s no body,” Screech reminded her. This was going very differently than he’d expected. While grateful not to have to deal with an inconsolable widow, he wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with this version of grief. “But dead or missing, I still want to talk to you about your boyfriend.”

The repeated use of the word ‘boyfriend’ was intentional, and it served its purpose.

“Is that what he told you?” Wendy snapped. “Did that piece of shit Kevin tell you that I was his girlfriend?”

Screech nodded.

“Yes. He claimed that you were his girlfriend and that you also did the record-keeping for Market Slice. He said that you might have something to show that Connery was the one who wanted the Sunday night meeting.”

“Piece of shit,” Wendy grumbled under her breath. “That piece of shit. It’s just like him to make something like that up.”

Denial—finally something that Screech had anticipated.

“You didn’t have a relationship with Kevin?” he asked, feigning confusion.

Wendy crumpled her nose and shook her blonde head.

“Relationship,” she spat. “Of course not. You’ve seen him, right?” Wendy unexpectedly became enraged. “Is that the best you've got? Coming here with these lies? Who are you, anyway?”

“I'm a PI,” Screech answered. “I've been hired by—”

“Jesus, you're a rent-a-cop,” Wendy said, rolling her eyes.

Screech let this go.

“Why would Kevin lie? If you didn’t have a personal relationship with the man, why would he lie about it?”

There was such venom in the woman’s voice when she answered that Screech was genuinely frightened for his safety.

“Why? Why would he murder my husband?”

Screech swallowed hard.

“I-I’m not sure that he did. That’s—that’s kinda why—”

“I had nothing to do with Kevin Park outside of work,” Wendy interrupted. “Nothing. And that is all I’m going to say to you.”

The woman slammed the large wooden door closed and Screech, not realizing how close he’d gotten, jumped back to avoid being concussed. The whoosh of oddly foul-smelling air caused him to stumble.

“Pleasant,” he said under his breath. “What a kind, pleasant woman.”

Shaking his head, Screech backed away from the Sinclair residence. As he walked, he kept his eyes trained on the large bay window overlooking what must have been the family room. Sure enough, he saw the blinds move and saw a set of green eyes between the slats. When their gaze met, the blinds snapped shut.

Screech didn't know what to make of this—any of this.

The only thing he was certain of as he left Wendy Sinclair's house and started to drive back to DSLH Investigations, was that somebody was lying.

He just wasn't sure if it was the man behind bars who may or may not have also lied about killing his partner, or if it was the woman who claimed to never have had a “personal” relationship with Kevin.

But while both were motivated to lie, it was on Screech to find out which one was telling the truth.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.