No Good Guys Left by Dan Taylor

Author:Dan Taylor [Taylor, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-03T22:00:00+00:00

29.

Either there’s someone on the force with a ridiculous name with whom Tracy is familiar, or ‘Detective Poo-Poo Head’ is Tracy’s playful name for her brother. The guy who I spoke to earlier in the evening and to whom I denied knowing her, and the guy who the neighbor is sassing and telling I’m in her home.

This isn’t good.

I go to open one of the text messages, but before I do, I’m distracted by muffled speaking. I get down in a prone position and put my ear to the floor to listen in. I catch the tail end of what the neighbor’s saying: “…a married guy. Looks like a douchebag. I don’t know what else to tell you, guy.”

There’s a pause. Then the neighbor says, “Why don’t you go and knock on the door and take a look for yourself. Guy’s still there, as far as I know.”

This is getting worse by the second. But shit gets really bad when the neighbor says, “At least his car’s still there.”

I put my fist in my mouth. How could I have messed this up so badly? Why the hell didn’t I park my car farther up the street? But then again, I wasn’t to know the brother would come around.

I realize something, so I jump to my feet, go through the door to Tracy’s side of the duplex attic, and then climb down the ladder. When I’m halfway down, there’s a loud knock on the front door. Three times. And then her brother says, “Come to the door, asshole.”

I haven’t locked it. I at least don’t remember having locked it.

I reach the foot of the ladder and race down the stairs, and lock the door as quietly as I can, and breathe a silent sigh of relief. It’s damage limitation, and only temporary.

I cross my fingers, and realize it’s in vain, when Tracy’s brother says, “I heard that, smart guy. Look, I just want to know where Tracy is.”

After hearing his voice well for the first time, I frown. Something’s not right.

To confirm my suspicion, I look through Tracy’s peephole, and can’t believe what I see. Standing there, hands in his pockets, looking definitely like a cop, but looking like young Michael J. Fox, is Detective Poo-Poo Head.

He isn’t the guy who came to visit me at my office today.

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