Murder Lake by Dan Ames

Author:Dan Ames [Ames, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Slogan Books
Published: 2018-03-12T06:00:00+00:00

12

Not only had his marriage gone to hell, but so had George Heartley’s real estate situation.

While the Heartley home I’d just left hadn’t been spectacular, it had been fairly nice. After making my way to the address his wife had given me, I was faced with a structure that looked like it might get dragged onto a frozen lake and used for ice fishing.

George would have been better off with a trailer.

Or the bus station.

George Heartley was sitting on a chair on the sagging porch, nursing a beer. It wasn’t the first, judging by the empty cans around him.

“George?” I asked, even though I was fairly confident in his identity.

“Yes ma’am,” he slurred. His eyes raked over me, not even trying to be subtle.

“I was hoping I could ask you a few questions.”

George stood up. He was overweight but looked like a guy who might be good looking if he put some effort in. Right now, in a stained shirt with a beer belly? Not so much.

“Hey sexy police lady, you can ask me whatever you want.”

He sauntered on down the rickety steps.

“I bet you got a pair of handcuffs and know how to use them.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Boy, I had never heard that one before.

“Is this,” I asked, gesturing toward him and drawing a little circle in the air around him, “the reason your wife was filibustering Congressman Holloway?”

It stunned him.

And then he burst into tears.

He sobbed for a couple of minutes, wiped his nose with his sleeve, then went back and cracked a fresh beer.

“Maybe,” he said, tears still sliding down his face. “You’d have to ask her. That damn Maura. Took the best years of my life. You’d think she was so sweet but oh, no. She was making a fool out of me.”

“So you knew about her and Charles Holloway?”

George’s eyes focused and he narrowed them, staring up at me. “Not just him. She was tag-teaming it, with him and some other guy.”

It was an intriguing bit of news, but I had my doubts. He might be trying his best to besmirch her reputation even more.

But a part of me wondered if the kooky woman back at the house making tiny hats for dogs was capable of getting kinky.

It was always a possibility.

Maybe she put one of those little hats on her boyfriend’s you-know-what.

There could be some additional motive, too. If there was another man involved, maybe he wanted Maura all to himself.

George was clearly no competition but a rich, powerful former congressman? Maybe this other man wanted to get rid of his rival.

“Who was this guy?”

George wiped at his eyes. “Some Arab terrorist. ISIS or Al Qaeda from what I heard.”

Either George was drunker than I’d thought or he just had a really good imagination.

“How do you know this?”

“I don’t. It’s just what I heard.”

“And where were you when Holloway was murdered?”

George spit out his beer. “What?”

That was a surprise. Good Isle was a small town. I figured for sure that he’d heard.

Behind his bloodshot eyes I saw new life.

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