Third Victim by Laurent Boulanger

Author:Laurent Boulanger
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Lake Ozark Press
Published: 2015-06-23T23:00:00+00:00

The drive to Richmond took us forty-five minutes. In-bound traffic was running smoothly right up to Bell Street, after which congestion began to take place. Normally, I was quite aggressive on the road, but less than two months ago I coped a $165 fine for going at 110 km per hour in a 90 zone. I never noticed that the car which had been tagging me for the last ten minutes was an unmarked police car. Since the cops changed from Ford to Mitsubishi, I had problems spotting unmarked vehicles. Still, no matter at how angry I was for being booked, the speeding fine did tame my taste for speeding by a couple of notches.

During the entire trip, I had the radio going, so David and I said little in terms of fascinating conversation. Our subject matter revolved around the traffic, news reports broadcast every half hour, and the name of the artists whose songs were being played.

All in all, I felt good and relaxed and physically exhausted, thanks to this morning’s solo marathon. I made the mental commitment to put physical exercise back into my regime. I knew it would also help me sleep at night.

I parked the Excell alongside the curb opposite Evelyn’s apartment.

Before I stepped out of the car, I turned to David and said, ‘You realise I might be a while? Maybe you want to take a walk or something.’

‘I’ll be right,’ David answered, grabbing a James Patterson paperback from a soft travel bag he brought with him.

‘Okay, it’s your choice.’

I stepped out of the car and retrieved the PERK from the boot. I had no intention of collecting evidence other than Evelyn’s little black book if I came across it, but still, I wanted to be prepared for the unexpected. When searching a place, I found it more efficient doing it by myself. Although having Frank around was company, too often he was more of a hindrance than a helping hand. At least if I disturbed anything at a crime scene, I knew I had done it.

I crossed the road, looking out for on-coming vehicles on both sides. Before entering the apartment block, I did a half turn and waved to David, who waved back in return.

From my jacket pocket, I retrieved the keys to the front gate of the apartment block and to Evelyn’s home. I got the keys from the set Frank found nor far from the SAAB before I arrived at the crime scene in Toorak on that dreadful morning which changed my life.

I paced the driveway and aimed straight for apartment number 2.

Anxiousness crept at the back of my skull.

I knew something was wrong, and I hadn’t even entered the apartment yet.

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