Jonah Geller Mysteries 3-Book Bundle by Howard Shrier

Author:Howard Shrier [Shrier, Howard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-345-81315-2
Publisher: Random House of Canada
Published: 2012-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

A few minutes later, a key slid into the lock on Maya’s front door. The door opened and Rob Cantor stepped inside. He stood in the doorway listening, looking around, then closed it behind him. He wore glasses with transitional lenses, darkened by the outside light, but slowly lightening to reveal the eyes behind them.

Roger Daltrey sings a Who song about a bad man behind blue eyes: how no one knows what it’s like to be him. Could Cantor be that hated man, fated to telling only lies?

I stepped out of the kitchen, where I’d been crouched behind a counter.

“You,” he said. “I should have figured you were behind this. I thought maybe your brother straightened you out, but I can see he didn’t. Well, this is one sick fucking joke, calling me from here, pretending … How did you get in here anyway? No, don’t tell me. Marilyn, right? She’s in on this too. Was that her on the phone? I mean, if it was, she’s even sicker than you are. You’re doing it for the money, I can almost understand that, but what the fuck is wrong with her?”

“Not Marilyn,” Jenn said. She’d been in the doorway of Maya’s bedroom. “Just me, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Who the hell are you?” he said.

“My partner,” I said.

“It figures.” He took out his cellphone and flipped it open. “Well, you’re both fucking with the wrong guy. I know a lot of people in this town, Geller. Big people. And all of them are behind this project, including your brother. They want to see it happen. And when I get through with you, you’ll be unlicensed and fucking well unemployable.”

“Are you through?”

“I’m not the one who’s through, you thick-headed—hey!”

I clamped his wrist and dug my thumb into the ligaments there. His hand opened and the phone fell into my hand. I flipped it to Jenn, who caught it and snapped the lid off.

“Normally, she rips phone books,” I said. “But sometimes a phone will do.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he said. “You just assaulted me.”

I stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. It felt even better than slapping Perry had. “Now I assaulted you,” I said. Then I shoved him hard in the chest. He staggered backward, arms flailing, and landed on a brown corduroy couch.

“Three people are dead because of you,” I said.

“You’re crazy!”

“Shut up and listen,” I said. “I am this close to beating the living shit out of you.”

“You can’t!”

“I think he can,” Jenn said. “Hell, I could and I’m the minority owner.”

His mouth opened. I raised my hand. He shut his mouth. He looked at Jenn, then back at me. He looked at his broken phone, as if willing it to ring so he could take a call and end this nightmare.

“Martin Glenn was murdered,” I said, “because he didn’t want to fake a Record of Site Condition. It wasn’t a random act of violence, a mugging gone wrong, a gay-bashing or a lovers’ quarrel. He was murdered because of what he was doing for you.

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