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Authors: R.P. Dahlke
Tags: Romantic Mystery
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Some try to cut their losses and back out of the deal but the few who do get an envelope with some photos delivered to their homes. Then it becomes a write-off for a Lolita fantasy."
"Well, as my daddy used to say, 'A fool and his money are soon parted.'"
"Your daddy said that, huh? Then he was a wise man. Spencer's had a run of bad luck lately though."
She thoughtfully rolled the can between her hands. "I saw some kind of message pass between you and Spencer tonight. What's he hoping to accomplish, Booth?"
Booth's jolly expression slipped into a complacent smile and he sat back in the chair, hands clasped over his belly.
"You were also conveniently there to help me tie up my boat. Very anxious that I come meet all these swell people; the Howards and Myne and pointing out what a generous fellow Spencer Bobbitt is, considering he might be guilty of murder."
He held up both hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. We thought you should meet him, see what a swell guy he is, though I guess that didn't go so well. You wanna talk to him, right?"
"How do you know who I want to talk to?"
"Oh," he said, squashing the aluminum can between his hands, "I know what's going on around here, who comes into the marina and why." He stood up. "Don't be sore, honey, it's my job. I'll set it up for tomorrow."
"What exactly is it that you do for Spencer Bobbitt?" she said, getting out of the deck chair.
"I didn't remove a dead girl's body if that's what yer thinkin '." Then with a quick nod, said, "Tomorrow afternoon I'll come get you for that interview with Spencer. G'night , Katrina."
He left her then, leaving her to wonder what was next and how safe she really was here in this dangerous harbor.
Chapter Eight:
Tucking a pillow up against the coaming of her cockpit, Katy sat where the early morning sun could warm her as she studied the list from the inspector. Handwritten—was that because he didn't trust any of his staff to see what he was up to? A leak in the police department would explain how someone like Booth might know who she was and why she was there. But it didn't answer why his name wasn't on the list. So far, at least three people knew who she was and why she was here. Tapping her pencil on her lip, she pulled her notepad from under her thigh and started to make notes
Spencer Bobbitt: Swindler, con artist according to Booth. Rap sheet?
Myne : Young, impressionable, susceptible to Hollywood types. How attached was she to Spencer Bobbitt? Get her real name and/or rap sheet.
Booth: Was Booth the man the chief inspector put on the dock to watch her? Could that be Booth?
Wally and Ida: Find out how long here, why? What's Wally's relationship to Spencer, if any?
Fred McGee the magician: If he also knew who she was did he see her as some kind of threat? Might he be a suspect?
Astrid Del Mar: Fake name, good assistant to a lousy magician. Need more.
Boat Captain: Jeff Cook… didn't meet him last night so…
What the… ?
A beam of light smacked her in the eyes. She blinked, and thinking it a reflection off another boat, moved to the right. It hit again, this time flashing across her face, forcing her to close her eyes. "Ugh, that hurt!" she mumbled to no one in particular and closed her eyes to watch round black dots bounce around her retinas. She gave it a moment then opened them again.
Shaking it off, she went back to work on the list. She would call Bruce Sullivan, her partner in the SFPD, see if he could help with these names.
When the searing light did another pass across her face, she jerked out of her seat, banging her head on the metal ribs of her canvas bimini .
Now she was mad.
Rubbing at the sore spot on her skull, she stumbled off the boat and peered down the quiet length of dock. There it was again, smacking her in the face. If it was the reflection off one of the boat windows, then why did it follow her like this? Curious, she hurried up the ramp to the parking lot. Someone may be opening a door, or
"Well, as my daddy used to say, 'A fool and his money are soon parted.'"
"Your daddy said that, huh? Then he was a wise man. Spencer's had a run of bad luck lately though."
She thoughtfully rolled the can between her hands. "I saw some kind of message pass between you and Spencer tonight. What's he hoping to accomplish, Booth?"
Booth's jolly expression slipped into a complacent smile and he sat back in the chair, hands clasped over his belly.
"You were also conveniently there to help me tie up my boat. Very anxious that I come meet all these swell people; the Howards and Myne and pointing out what a generous fellow Spencer Bobbitt is, considering he might be guilty of murder."
He held up both hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. We thought you should meet him, see what a swell guy he is, though I guess that didn't go so well. You wanna talk to him, right?"
"How do you know who I want to talk to?"
"Oh," he said, squashing the aluminum can between his hands, "I know what's going on around here, who comes into the marina and why." He stood up. "Don't be sore, honey, it's my job. I'll set it up for tomorrow."
"What exactly is it that you do for Spencer Bobbitt?" she said, getting out of the deck chair.
"I didn't remove a dead girl's body if that's what yer thinkin '." Then with a quick nod, said, "Tomorrow afternoon I'll come get you for that interview with Spencer. G'night , Katrina."
He left her then, leaving her to wonder what was next and how safe she really was here in this dangerous harbor.
Chapter Eight:
Tucking a pillow up against the coaming of her cockpit, Katy sat where the early morning sun could warm her as she studied the list from the inspector. Handwritten—was that because he didn't trust any of his staff to see what he was up to? A leak in the police department would explain how someone like Booth might know who she was and why she was there. But it didn't answer why his name wasn't on the list. So far, at least three people knew who she was and why she was here. Tapping her pencil on her lip, she pulled her notepad from under her thigh and started to make notes
Spencer Bobbitt: Swindler, con artist according to Booth. Rap sheet?
Myne : Young, impressionable, susceptible to Hollywood types. How attached was she to Spencer Bobbitt? Get her real name and/or rap sheet.
Booth: Was Booth the man the chief inspector put on the dock to watch her? Could that be Booth?
Wally and Ida: Find out how long here, why? What's Wally's relationship to Spencer, if any?
Fred McGee the magician: If he also knew who she was did he see her as some kind of threat? Might he be a suspect?
Astrid Del Mar: Fake name, good assistant to a lousy magician. Need more.
Boat Captain: Jeff Cook… didn't meet him last night so…
What the… ?
A beam of light smacked her in the eyes. She blinked, and thinking it a reflection off another boat, moved to the right. It hit again, this time flashing across her face, forcing her to close her eyes. "Ugh, that hurt!" she mumbled to no one in particular and closed her eyes to watch round black dots bounce around her retinas. She gave it a moment then opened them again.
Shaking it off, she went back to work on the list. She would call Bruce Sullivan, her partner in the SFPD, see if he could help with these names.
When the searing light did another pass across her face, she jerked out of her seat, banging her head on the metal ribs of her canvas bimini .
Now she was mad.
Rubbing at the sore spot on her skull, she stumbled off the boat and peered down the quiet length of dock. There it was again, smacking her in the face. If it was the reflection off one of the boat windows, then why did it follow her like this? Curious, she hurried up the ramp to the parking lot. Someone may be opening a door, or
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