I Shall Not Want by Debbie Viguié

Author:Debbie Viguié
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Abingdon Press
Published: 2011-09-03T22:56:48.187000+00:00

12

WHY AM I NOT EVEN REMOTELY SURPRISED?” MARK ASKED WHEN HE HAD arrived on the scene.

Cindy shrugged but didn’t have a witty comeback.

“Clearly I should stop investigating on my own and just follow you around instead.”

She stared at him, still having nothing else to say.

“You realize the body count is really growing fast, right? It’s starting to feel like Easter all over again.”

“I don’t think it’s a serial killer. After all, a serial killer wouldn’t have failed to kill Harry. I think it’s all about the dogs. Like maybe one of them is special,” she said.

“I get why champion purebreds would be special to someone, but what about the mutts?” Mark asked.

“I don’t know,” Cindy said. “Maybe one of them is stolen, or carrying something.”

“Stolen from some drug lord or Mafioso maybe? Or carrying something? What, a microchip in their collar? Secret blueprints or maybe a treasure map leading to oil or to a buried Civil War payroll, tragically one from the South? Can we stop with the Scooby Doo plots?”

“Okay, and what do you have?” Cindy asked defensively.

“Apparently another body,” Mark snapped. “So let’s see it, so I can get on with my job.”

Joseph, who had stood silent through the whole exchange, led the way to the stairs. As they climbed, Cindy turned to Mark. “Did Harry give you a description?” she asked hopefully.

“He’s still out of it, probably won’t be any help until morning. Man, this place needs an elevator.”

She took a closer look at the detective and saw that he was exhausted. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Any luck finding those letters?”

“No. It turns out Derek hasn’t filed anything in the six months he worked for Joseph. Some papers are just piled in his desk, but nothing we need. I can’t even find the majority of the papers, which is why I asked Joseph to see Derek’s room. I was hoping to find them in there.”

“And instead you found another body. You have the darndest luck.”

When they reached the third floor, Cindy lingered at the top of the landing as the two men walked toward the room.

Joseph handed Mark a CD. “I got those pictures of the protestors and everyone who was there Friday. I didn’t see any homeless men amongst the protestors, though.”

Mark tucked the CD into his jacket and then disappeared inside the room. Joseph stood just outside, looking slightly ill.

There was a pounding on the front door, and Cindy turned and headed back downstairs to open it. Paul and a forensics team stood there, and she let them in. Fortunately, Paul didn’t say anything to her, as she was in no mood to bandy words with him as well.

She pointed them upstairs and then moved into the living room, where she sank onto one of the sofas. She was exhausted and desperately wanted to go home. She knew better, though. Before she would be free to leave, there would be yet another endless round of questions from the detectives. And there were still those missing letters.

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