Unleashed (A Sydney Rye Mystery, # 1) (The Sydney Rye Vigilante Crime Mystery Series- Crime Suspense Thriller) by Emily Kimelman

Author:Emily Kimelman [Kimelman, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: mystery, blue, murder, New York City, emily kimelman, revenge, Dog, sydney rye, dog walker, female protagonist, hard boiled, thriller
Published: 2011-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

Never Do Important Things While Drunk

My phone woke me the next day. I rolled over and tried to ignore it. I heard myself on my answering machine encouraging the caller to leave a name, number, and a brief message after the beep. "Hi, this is Julen. I am calling you back."

"Well, Blue, I guess it's time to get out of bed." He snorted softly and tucked his head farther under his back leg. I watched him breathing slowly at the foot of my bed and decided that I loved my dog. He had gained weight since moving in with me, and there was something about his soft, rhythmic breathing, his lightly closed eyelids, and the sound of air passing through his nose that overwhelmed me.

"Come on, boy. Let's get up." He ignored me. "Blue, it's time to get up." I prodded him with my foot. He grumbled but didn't move. "Fine. I'll get up." As soon as I pulled the blanket off myself, his head popped out. I slipped on a robe and made for the kitchen. My body was sore but not in a bad way. It felt like I'd spent some time at the gym working out (yeah, like that ever happened).

I turned on the radio and the coffeemaker, both of which sputtered to life. Blue followed me around the small space of the kitchen as I gathered coffee, sugar, and milk. I spooned a cup of dog food into Blue's bowl, which he crunched on as the coffee machine filled the house with the irresistible smell of fresh-brewed French roast.

After enjoying most of the pot of coffee and listening to the news of the day while staring out my living room window, I went to get dressed. I had slight bruising on my wrists, and there was no way I was putting on any tight pants. I found a long, loose skirt and a pile of bangles that made me look like a hippy but covered up the evidence of the previous night’s "play."

I took Blue for his morning business. Blue inspected a nearby tree, a somewhat fascinating piece of newspaper, and the tire of a Vespa. When I got back upstairs, my message machine blinked two. I listened to Julen's message again. The second message was from Mulberry. He sounded sad or something. He wanted me to call.

When I called Julen back he didn't sound happy to hear from me. "Why are you calling me?" he asked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just had a couple of questions."

"Are you a cop?"

"What?"

"Don't call me anymore. I told your friends I would do what they asked. Just leave me alone. Leave me alone." He sounded on the verge of tears. Julen slammed the phone down, missed the receiver, cursed, and then another bang, and the line was dead.

"What the fuck was that about?" I asked out loud. My friends? Who would my friends be? Cops? He thinks I'm a cop. So maybe the cops asked him to do something.

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