The Ying on Triad by Kent Conwell

Author:Kent Conwell [Conwell, Kent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Detective
ISBN: 9781477812136
Google: 5zVukwEACAAJ
Amazon: B00AMCPGCI
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2012-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

Inside, she indicated two chairs in front of her desk. "Please"

We sat.

Wearily, she slumped into her chair. "Up front, understand, I don't want any publicity. I can't afford any. Guarantee that or I won't say a word."

"You don't need to worry about that, Miss Reston. Truth is, unless you were an eyewitness to the murder, you'll never be involved. I'm just trying to find out more about Hastings. Maybe I can find some other avenues to explore."

She looked around the office. "I've worked hard these last ten years to build a nice little business here. I have a good reputation in the community. I want to keep it"

"You'll have no problems with me," I said, "I promise."

With a groan of resignation she said, "I had hoped I was finished with Albert and the Double Eagle," she sighed, "but, I don't suppose you can ever get away from your past. You know something, Mr. Boudreaux. I've learned there is no such thing as starting over in life. It's really about picking up the pieces and just going on. The past, regardless of how good or bad, is still your past. You just suck it up and keep going"

I nodded, leaning forward slightly. "Pop said you had dates with Hastings"

"Yes, several, until I found out just how despicable a man he was. He put me in the hospital with his fists. That's when I dropped him and the whole business" Her eyes blazed fire. "He was a cruel egomaniac. He thought he was better than everyone and treated everyone that way. Oh, but the man loved to party, I'll say that for him" She stared defiantly at Janice. "We all did. There was nothing Albert didn't try-that we didn't try-drugs included. His favorite was coke"

"Where did he get it?"

She laughed caustically. "From his politician pal, Samuel Jefferson Bradford"

"Bradford!" I looked at Janice in disbelief.

Sally gave me a wry grin. "Yep. Texas' very own distinguished Democratic senator." She laughed bitterly. "Albert was a world-class hypocrite. He hated Bradford. Told me so several times, yet he refused to break away. Maybe it was the drugs. I don't know."

"Why did he hate him?"

She shrugged, "He never said"

"Did Hastings ever mention anything about his wife and Bobby Packard having an affair?"

She snorted, "Lordy, that man didn't have room to talk. But, to answer your question, no. He never talked about his wife"

"What about Bradford? Do you have any idea where he got his drugs?"

Pursing her lips, she shook her head. "No, but more than once, he showed up at a party with a Chinese dude. Back then, the Chinks supplied drugs to a lot of people. I don't know about now"

"Can you remember anyone else who came to your parties?"

She pondered the question. "Not really. Well, maybe once or twice Hastings' campaign manager and some of his assistants showed up. Not often. The parties were really just for the big wheels"

"Campaign manager? You're talking about Don Landreth"

"Yeah, and his assistant, Eric Lavern"

"Lavern?"

"Yes. He must have been sewn to Landreth's coattail.

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