Psycho-Tropics by Box Dorian

Author:Box, Dorian [Box, Dorian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Friction Press
Published: 2015-01-31T00:00:00+00:00

21

Danny didn’t know what to think as he drove home. Each time one piece of the puzzle fit into place, the others moved or changed shape. He had an obituary in his pocket. He saw the grave—was in the grave! The family held a funeral. Jewell, Sr. heard it straight from Enya’s father that she committed suicide. But still no body.

Back at the Seabreeze Towers he ran into Grady standing on the boardwalk smoking a cigar.

“Cigarettes and cigars? When did you start smoking cigars?”

“At least I don’t smoke reefers . I guess that’s one good thing about your arrest. Now I get to harass you about your smoking.”

“Yeah, well …”

“Anyway, I decided to quit. The cigars are just occasional to help me beat the habit.”

“You’re quitting smoking. Seriously?”

“Might as well give it a try, at least while you’re in this jam.”

“You old coot. Thanks, Grady.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I did it because I need a break from your nagging.”

“Well, thanks anyway.”

“On another subject, I need to warn you. Rumors are afoot the lads plan on kicking your ass tonight,” he said.

“Come again?”

“That little television promotion you did with the Traynor gal on leaving the jail brought in a big crowd of strangers last night. They were all asking when the Lottery Lunatic would arrive.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not. John the Diver mentioned something about castration, so I hid the big knives. Me, I’m not complaining. The cash register rang all night.”

“This world is insane.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Speaking of insane, how is your life going? Where were you last night?”

Lying in a coffin in a dug-up grave. “Just resting,” he said.

“That right? Didn’t see your car.”

He prepared for another interrogation, but Grady dropped it. “Anyhoo, come see us tonight. Your fans await you.”

Danny said he would be there and was bringing his lawyer.

Upstairs, the answering machine blinked. Sari?

Beep . “Danny, Roy Chambers here. Wanted to let you know my guys made it out to Tamms’ house. Whole AC was shot. Thing was twenty years old. Whoever installed it was a friggin’ moron. Put it too far from the house, practically in the middle of the backyard. We moved it closer. Couple of hours extra labor moving the concrete pad and redoing the lines. Will run you a grand with the brother-in-law discount.”

Myron Tamms would have air conditioning. A morsel of good news. He was almost in the bedroom when the machine beeped again.

“Danny, this is Margie Fisher, Santa Cruz to you. I’ve been hearing about your case. I don’t know what to say except that I don’t believe a word of it. This is probably the last thing on your mind, but have you talked to Sari? You said at the reunion you were going to call her. I’ve been trying to reach her, but she hasn’t called back. That’s not like Sari. With this whole crazy thing going on and the Seminole High connection, I started worrying. If you talk to her, will you tell her to call me? Also, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you.

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