Deadly Sommer: Nora Sommer Caribbean Suspense - Book One by Nicholas Harvey

Author:Nicholas Harvey [Harvey, Nicholas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harvey Books, LLC
Published: 2021-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

22

Engaging Smile

Beth and Kowalczyk listened intently to a radio feed coming across her computer tablet. It was a live link to the operations van parked down the street from Jensen Massey’s home in St Petersburg, Florida.

In St Pete, FBI agent Don Brandt knocked on the door to the house and waited. Neither he, nor his partner Faith Graham, expected a response. He knocked several more times while Faith stepped across the lawn and peered through the front window. No lights were on in the home and the bright afternoon sunshine made it hard to see much inside. But she caught no movement.

“No response,” Brandt announced over his collar-mounted microphone. “Send over the guys to bust the door open.”

“Hold up,” came the reply from operations command in the van. The man’s voice clear in their wireless earpieces. “You have a neighbour coming your way.”

Faith saw the man approaching from the house next door. He was wearing the ugliest golf trousers she had ever seen and a bright yellow golf shirt with a country club logo embroidered on the left chest.

“Hello there,” the man she guessed to be in his sixties called over. “Jensen’s not home.”

Both agents presented their badges in a well-practised flip of the wrist.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” the man said. “Had some news crews come by earlier, according to my wife. I was playing 18 this morning.”

Faith was glad his outfit at least had a purpose beyond scaring away the wildlife.

“I was just getting up to speed on all this nonsense in the Caribbean,” the man finished, as he stopped a few yards away from the agents.

“You know Mr Massey well?” Brandt asked.

“Sure,” the man said jovially, and then seemed to think about the implications. “Well, as a neighbour you understand. Not like we’ve gone on vacations together or anything. Backyard barbecues. Hold the ladder while we put up the Christmas lights. Been fishing a few times. He told us he was heading out of town for a few weeks and asked us to collect his mail and keep an eye on the place. I’ve been inside once a week just to check the AC’s still working and what-have-you. Can’t say we ever suspected he was off to kidnap someone and all this trouble he’s caused. Most unlike the man.”

“You have a key to the house?” Faith asked.

“Of course,” the man replied, smiling at them.

“Would you mind getting that key?” she added.

“Oh, sure,” he said, and finally beetled back towards his house.

Faith found herself transfixed by his generous behind, squeezed into the oddly patterned trousers. Was that plaid, or a patchwork of some description? She wasn’t sure when none of the squares matched in colour. She tore herself away and wished she could steal back the storage space in her brain that the hideous garment now occupied.

After a less than a minute, fancy pants waddled back towards them and held out a door key. “Here you go.”

Brandt put the key in the door and paused for a moment.

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