Not a Creature Was Stirring by Jane Haddam

Author:Jane Haddam [Haddam, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4532-9313-3
Publisher: MysteriousPress.com/Open Road
Published: 2013-01-17T23:00:00+00:00

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“Gregor,” Jackman said, as soon as the noise had fallen off enough for him to say anything. “Listen. I’m at Engine House. I’ve sent a police car for you.” Gregor sat down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair again and made another stab at counting to ten. “What do you mean, you sent a police car? You can’t send a police car for me here. Everybody on the street will think I’m being arrested.”

“I’m not arresting you, Gregor.”

“I know that,” Gregor said.

“I’m just in a goddamned hurry. I told them to put the siren on. When they get there, just climb in back and let them bring your ass out to me.”

There was the sound of someone talking in the background, an urgent, excited voice just a little too indistinct for Gregor to hear. Jackman said, “Just a sec,” and stopped breathing into the phone. A moment later, he was back, swearing.

“Goddamned idiots,” he said. “Christ, Gregor, you can’t get anything done right any more. Not anything. They say it’s black people they’ve lowered the standards for, but let me tell you. They’re hiring white idiots, Gregor. They’re taking white people on this police force with IQs of twenty-nine.”

“Mr. Jackman,” Gregor said.

“Oh, stop with the Mr. Jackman. Come on out. The car’ll be there any minute.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” Jackman said. “You were right. I’ve got another body. She wasn’t a body when we came through the door, but she sure as hell is a body now.”

“Cordelia Hannaford?”

“Emma Hannaford,” Jackman said. “And you were right about something else. I’m being set up to believe she committed suicide out of remorse. And I do mean set up.”

“How?”

“For one thing, I’ve got a suicide note that’s not a suicide note.”

“John—”

“Gotta go,” Jackman said.

The connection was broken with a slam, making Gregor wince. He looked down at the slippers on his feet and sighed.

He wasn’t dressed. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t even awake.

And there was a police siren out there someplace, getting closer.

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