Mimicry of Banshees by G K Parks

Author:G K Parks [Parks, G K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780989195836
Publisher: Modus Operandi
Published: 2014-03-30T22:00:00+00:00

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“How’d it go?” Heathcliff asked the moment I stepped foot in the squad room. “Are you starting a new career?”

“It was brutal.” I exhaled, taking a seat. “I swear it was akin to being slapped in the face after being complimented.”

“Did you slap back?” He sounded worried.

“No. I honestly don’t know what happened.” I relayed everything Tate said while Heathcliff did his best to listen without staring down my top. I wasn’t making his life any easier since I was leaning down to take off my shoes. I had packed a change of clothes and put a sweatshirt on over my low-cut top so he could concentrate on the case instead of worrying about not looking at me. After all of Tate’s vicious comments, I wanted to change out of my Lola Peters get-up, but we were in the middle of a conversation. The next best thing was to layer up since taking off my clothes in the middle of the precinct wasn’t professional.

“Sanderson sent her an e-mail,” he repeated. He searched his desk until he found the incorporation documents for Tate’s agency. It was frightening how much information was considered public record. “Apparently, he not only has some input on who she hires, but he’s also a partner in the business.”

“Really?” I picked up the paper and read it myself. “Doesn’t it seem odd that a model’s personal representative also owns part of a modeling agency? Is it just me or is that double-dipping?”

“It might be, but I don’t think it’ll bring us any closer to finding Skolnick’s killer.”

I left him to update the board while I dragged my bag into the women’s locker room and finished changing into a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. Even though it was Monday, I was all set for casual Friday. When I went back to the bullpen, Moretti was standing next to Heathcliff, admiring our updated handiwork. I stood on the other side, waiting for brilliance to strike.

“Assuming you don’t get the job,” Moretti turned to me, “are there any other sources that can provide solid information? Maybe your pal, Martin, might be of some use?”

“Not in the least.” I shook my head for added emphasis. “His ties to this world are incredibly limited. He couldn’t even ensure an agent for Lola.” Moretti sighed and went back to his office.

“Maybe we’ll get eyes on Alvarez tonight,” Heathcliff said, flicking the note I left about Patty’s pub with his forefinger.

“Hopefully.” Sitting at the empty desk across from Heathcliff’s, I pulled out my notepad. “You haven’t been very forthcoming, Detective,” I criticized. He looked confused, so I soldiered on, reading from my list. “Did you ever determine where the knife originated?”

“It was one of the knives the caterers brought for the event. It was used to slice and dice the fruit. The mold taken from the wound track matched the knives stocked by the catering company, but the actual weapon was never recovered. Forensics checked all of them for blood, but we didn’t get any hits.

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