Read Online Counterfeit Road by Kirk Russell - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Kirk Russell
Ads: Link
delivery and are rolling toward your next one. I don’t care if you’re going one mile per hour, I just want to know you are done with the one behind you, you’ve got a signature for the delivery, and what the problems were, if any.’
‘Where does he usually go when his shift ends?’
‘Their personal lives are their own. Drury has a girlfriend. I’m not sure where she lives. He goes there nowadays, I think. Or he goes home. But when he gets off work it’s his life. I expect them to relax.’
‘Not today.’
‘No, I understand, Inspector, and I’ll keep trying him.’
‘He’s a critical link in our timeline. It’s important that we get to sit and talk with him while the day is still fresh in his memory.’
Raveneau gave the trucking company owner his cell number and thanked him several times before hanging up. By the time he reached the bridge and crawled up the onramp in traffic it was dusk. The bridge was slow and traffic heavier still as he worked his way south on 880. Drury’s address was in San Leandro. It was well after dark when Raveneau stopped down the street from a small stucco house with an asphalt roof and a bare front yard. Six or seven years ago it would have sold for half a million dollars. That seemed unbelievable now.
A window at the front threw yellow light from around the corners of the curtains. The delivery truck sat at the curb tilting slightly toward the gutter, its bed empty, the truck a large presence in the neighborhood. Raveneau watched the front curtains as he called Drury’s cell again. This time a man answered and sounded both suspicious and cautious. After Raveneau identified himself, Drury’s tone changed. He apologized.
‘Sorry, I didn’t have my phone with me. My boss just called and said you’re trying to get a hold of me, but all I did was drop a load of plywood and leave.’
‘Yeah, but we need to sit with you and go through the timeline.’
‘I’m with my girlfriend and on our way to her house in Santa Cruz so it’s going to have to be tomorrow, guy.’
‘It can’t wait.’
‘It’s going to have to. It’s like my one day off and I don’t know anything anyway. I’m not going to be able to tell you anything. I was there and gone, man. It was like one unit of plywood and the older dude there unloaded it. You got the delivery time from my boss, right? He said he gave it to you.’
‘I need to sit and talk with you tonight.’
‘Not going to happen, and besides, whoever wasted them did it after I left.’
‘Where’s the truck you delivered the plywood with?’
‘Parked in front of my house.’
‘Where are the keys to it?’
‘With me, and what’s with the truck? What do you need the truck for?’
‘Where are you in Santa Cruz? I’ll come to you and we can talk and I’ll get the keys to the truck from you then.’
‘This is getting weird. It’s like you’re suspicious of me or something.’
‘Four people were murdered and other than the killer you may have been the last person to see them alive, but you don’t think it’s important for you to let us interview you today. It’s more important that you spend time with your girlfriend.’
‘I didn’t say that.’
‘You’re avoiding us, and yeah, that makes me wonder about you.’
‘You’ve got everything already.’
‘You keep saying that.’
Now the lights went off in the front room of the house and Raveneau watched the front door open. He couldn’t read the face of the man coming out of the house until he passed under a street light. Then he knew it was Drury. Raveneau watched him climb into an old green Honda Accord parked in front of the delivery truck and pull away with his lights off. He didn’t turn his headlights on until he reached the end of the block. But before that he told Raveneau he would come to the Homicide office at noon tomorrow and hung up.
Raveneau followed him to a rundown strip mall across the freeway and north where Drury parked his car away
‘Where does he usually go when his shift ends?’
‘Their personal lives are their own. Drury has a girlfriend. I’m not sure where she lives. He goes there nowadays, I think. Or he goes home. But when he gets off work it’s his life. I expect them to relax.’
‘Not today.’
‘No, I understand, Inspector, and I’ll keep trying him.’
‘He’s a critical link in our timeline. It’s important that we get to sit and talk with him while the day is still fresh in his memory.’
Raveneau gave the trucking company owner his cell number and thanked him several times before hanging up. By the time he reached the bridge and crawled up the onramp in traffic it was dusk. The bridge was slow and traffic heavier still as he worked his way south on 880. Drury’s address was in San Leandro. It was well after dark when Raveneau stopped down the street from a small stucco house with an asphalt roof and a bare front yard. Six or seven years ago it would have sold for half a million dollars. That seemed unbelievable now.
A window at the front threw yellow light from around the corners of the curtains. The delivery truck sat at the curb tilting slightly toward the gutter, its bed empty, the truck a large presence in the neighborhood. Raveneau watched the front curtains as he called Drury’s cell again. This time a man answered and sounded both suspicious and cautious. After Raveneau identified himself, Drury’s tone changed. He apologized.
‘Sorry, I didn’t have my phone with me. My boss just called and said you’re trying to get a hold of me, but all I did was drop a load of plywood and leave.’
‘Yeah, but we need to sit with you and go through the timeline.’
‘I’m with my girlfriend and on our way to her house in Santa Cruz so it’s going to have to be tomorrow, guy.’
‘It can’t wait.’
‘It’s going to have to. It’s like my one day off and I don’t know anything anyway. I’m not going to be able to tell you anything. I was there and gone, man. It was like one unit of plywood and the older dude there unloaded it. You got the delivery time from my boss, right? He said he gave it to you.’
‘I need to sit and talk with you tonight.’
‘Not going to happen, and besides, whoever wasted them did it after I left.’
‘Where’s the truck you delivered the plywood with?’
‘Parked in front of my house.’
‘Where are the keys to it?’
‘With me, and what’s with the truck? What do you need the truck for?’
‘Where are you in Santa Cruz? I’ll come to you and we can talk and I’ll get the keys to the truck from you then.’
‘This is getting weird. It’s like you’re suspicious of me or something.’
‘Four people were murdered and other than the killer you may have been the last person to see them alive, but you don’t think it’s important for you to let us interview you today. It’s more important that you spend time with your girlfriend.’
‘I didn’t say that.’
‘You’re avoiding us, and yeah, that makes me wonder about you.’
‘You’ve got everything already.’
‘You keep saying that.’
Now the lights went off in the front room of the house and Raveneau watched the front door open. He couldn’t read the face of the man coming out of the house until he passed under a street light. Then he knew it was Drury. Raveneau watched him climb into an old green Honda Accord parked in front of the delivery truck and pull away with his lights off. He didn’t turn his headlights on until he reached the end of the block. But before that he told Raveneau he would come to the Homicide office at noon tomorrow and hung up.
Raveneau followed him to a rundown strip mall across the freeway and north where Drury parked his car away
Similar Books
