The Boy by Linsey Lanier

Author:Linsey Lanier [Lanier, Linsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller
ISBN: 9781941191309
Publisher: Felicity Books
Published: 2016-06-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

A well-fed team is a productive team. At least that seemed to be Parker’s motto.

But when he pulled up in front of Fanuzzi’s single story bungalow in Avondale Estates, they hadn’t stopped at Parker Towers for champagne and French toast takeout.

Miranda eyed the big SUV that had replaced Fanuzzi’s old station wagon. It was littered with even more toys.

“Where’s the food?” she asked, hoping to one up him on the point.

Didn’t happen.

“I’m dropping you off while I go get it,” Parker said. “You need to see the data Dave has right away.”

What a crock. “You expect me to go in there empty-handed?” That should go well.

“Tell them I’ll be only a few minutes.”

“Okey dokey.”

It was no use fighting with the stubborn man, so she got out of the car and managing not to slam the door, trotted up to Fanuzzi’s front porch.

At times, Parker liked throwing her into the deep end of the pool. When it was a case he was tossing her into, she’d always swum like a fish. But this management thing? This time she was paddling with an anchor tied to her leg.

She knocked on the door. Nobody answered. She tried the knob and found it open, so she went inside.

She found Fanuzzi in the kitchen dressed in a white baker’s apron, her dark hair pulled back into a cap. Hands covered in flour she was putting a baking sheet of canapés into the stove. Used pots and bowls were strewn all over the counters, and the air smelled of something delicious.

“You look like the Pillsbury Doughboy,” Miranda laughed.

Fanuzzi’s head shot up, brown eyes wide. “Shh, Murray. We just got the kids settled down and Dave’s working on your project.”

“I know,” Miranda whispered. “That’s why I’m here. Parker will be along in a couple of minutes with some breakfast.”

“Okay. Sorry. Can’t talk now. Dave’s in the back.” She nodded toward the hall, grabbed a bowl of nuts and began to study a recipe.

“Sure. I understand.”

Her friend had to concentrate on her artistry.

Miranda tiptoed past the kitchen and into the far hallway. She hadn’t been in this part of Fanuzzi’s house before, so she listened for voices to guide her to the right room. She hoped Dave wasn’t working in their bedroom. That would be awkward.

Outside the second door down, she heard Holloway’s voice and stopped in her tracks.

“You know I’m right, Dave.”

“C’mon, Curt,” Becker said.

“Don’t you remember the day Steele started at the Agency?”

“Sure I do. We were IITs together. We’ve been friends since ever since.”

“And all this time we both thought Steele was a pro. That she had had years of PI experience before she came to the Parker Agency.”

“So?”

“So she didn’t. Last night Gen told me that Steele was a construction worker before she came to the Agency. She was a drifter who couldn’t hold down a steady job. She’d never done investigative work before.”

Miranda winced.

Guess that confirmed her suspicion about Gen and Holloway. And that Gen still didn’t have the warmest of feelings for her.

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