Neon Warning by Jerusha Jones

Author:Jerusha Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: clean and wholesome, clean mystery, clean romance, cozy mystery, comedy, small town, female protagonist, organized crime, kidnapping, murder, murder mystery, funny mystery, food mystery, oregon, washington, pacific northwest, police, fbi, food
Publisher: Jerusha Jones
Published: 2019-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

We didn’t want to miss him, so we were early—very early. Bettina had dragged me out of the house at the crack of dawn (it felt like), but still our departure occurred after Vaughn had left for the station. The man was pulling triple overtime hunting down all the most minuscule leads related to Kyle Briscoe’s murder. He was also anxious to get the beer test results and coordinate a search of the brewery property.

All of which led to my being hunkered behind the wheel of a pearl-white Cadillac in the hospital parking garage. That’s the problem with the hospitals in Portland—they’re in the middle of the city, so their parking tends to be of the stacked, multistory variety which tends not to provide a good vantage point and definitely rules out the possibility of a quick getaway.

My view was of a concrete pillar that had 4B painted in a reflective yellow on it, presumably to help people remember where they’d stashed their vehicles. I had my cell phone on speaker, and Bettina was calling every ten minutes with updates about nothing.

Since Dorsay knew what I look like, and had possibly seen my Jeep at some point during my comings and goings for our meetings, we’d decided that Bettina and her vehicle should be the public faces for our operation. Bettina was camped out in the hospital entrance lobby because we needed the earliest possible warning to even have a shot at success. She was equipped with my very best detailed description of the man we wanted to tail.

From her frequent reports she’d already exhausted the supply of ancient and germ-encrusted reading material scattered over the low tables in the waiting area. I was at the ready in her Caddy, trying to stave off boredom of my own.

Our assumptions were that either Jock Dorsay had a friend who would pick him up or else he’d be requiring a form of taxi service to get home. I wasn’t sure Dorsay was the type of man who had close friends, Kyle Briscoe notwithstanding (and look how that’d turned out), so we were betting on a for-hire car, all of which came and went from the patient loading zone at the hospital’s main entrance.

Bettina was perfectly poised for spying Dorsay departing; she just wasn’t very patient. I was using the time to do some more research on the real patient with my laptop.

Jock Dorsay was a man of mystery. The building on Lovejoy Street was really the only entity tied to him that was readily available in public records. I couldn’t find the location of his private residence for anything. Given his hibernation tendencies and the renovations Olga had hinted at, I was beginning to wonder if he actually lived somewhere deep in the bowels of the Lovejoy building in a sort of ultimate live-work situation. Maybe with another decade of gentrification, his loft (or whatever it might be) would be worth a small fortune. I would’ve liked to see the blueprints for that building—both original and more recent.

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