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Authors: Brian D. Meeks
Tags: Mystery, Mystery/Crime
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called Luna, just to check the alibi and make it official. Henry didn’t mind.
Henry looked at the stack of file folders next to the name plate "Mike McDermott Detective." It was a strange collection of names on the tabs. Henry didn’t give it much thought as he cared little about Mike’s other cases. It was hard to imagine who might have killed Cynthia beyond a jealous Mrs. Kupton. He considered his client Amy Silverton, but dismissed her without any reason other than he didn’t want it to be her. She had seemed less than friendly towards Cynthia when she mentioned her as the mistress. Still, Henry thought that to hire a detective, then go out and kill someone without leaving any proof, seemed unlikely.
He knew Mike would be obligated to check out Mrs. Kupton, so he didn’t add it to his list. Seeing Amy was now tops on Henry's list. Obviously, there were more people in Daniel’s life, and he needed to know who they were. One of them must have killed Cynthia, but why? What could she have known or done to deserve it?
Mike returned with two cups of black coffee. “I called the captain and told him what was going on. I hated to wake his wife, but with Cynthia's connection to Kupton, I knew he would want to know.”
“What did he say?”
“Not much, just took it in.”
“Did you tell him about the disappearing tenants from the twenty-third floor?” asked Henry.
Mike said, “Yep, I told him when I got back to the station after dropping you off. He agreed that it seemed strange, but he isn’t convinced we have a murder on our hands. He said that people must move out of office buildings all the time.”
“I'm sure they do but an entire floor without anyone noticing?”
“Maybe they were magicians?”
Mike wasn’t known for his sense of humor, but Henry gave him a courtesy laugh anyway.
“I would like to know where they vanished to,” Henry said.
“I wonder how many buildings in town could accommodate that size of tenant on short notice.”
“Who would know something like that?”
The wheels in both their heads were turning but quickly ground to a halt. “I'm beat. I think I’ll head home if you no longer think I'm a suspect.”
Mike said, “You're free to go, my friend. It has been a long day, and I think I’ll head home, too. The case will be here, tomorrow. I'm sure someone in the precinct can figure out where they moved to or, at the very least, knows a real estate person who would. I’ll even check with city hall. Maybe there are permits or something.”
“Permits for what?”
“Sneakiness maybe?”
Henry looked at his watch and smiled. “It’s Opening Day.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Henry hadn’t slept much, maybe three hours. He had to be back to the office by 7:30 a.m. since Alan was going to be there to check for bugs. At 7:20 he passed Bobby’s office. The door popped open. Normally, the thought of getting roped into a lengthy conversation with Bobby would start the "excuse machine" running.
The strangest thing about Bobby was his office. Henry had only been through the door once. Usually, Bobby sort of slid through into the hall, barely giving a glimpse of what was inside. The one time he was inside, it was filled with mountains of newspapers, magazines, and books. There was a back room, too, which Henry imagined was about the size of Delaware.
“Hey, Henry, how are you today?” Bobby asked and continued without waiting for an answer. “I’m great; I got some new books, and they are wonderful. One of them is a chess book by a guy named Garry, there is another book about the Civil War, and there are some great travel books on Russia. I've always wanted to see the Baltic Sea. Have you ever been to Russia?”
“No, I haven’t, but…”
“You should go sometime. Celine said she has never been to Russia, either. She is nice. I'm glad you hired her. Is she doing a good job?”
“Yes, she is; I think the business…”
“I knew it. Are you working on any
Henry looked at the stack of file folders next to the name plate "Mike McDermott Detective." It was a strange collection of names on the tabs. Henry didn’t give it much thought as he cared little about Mike’s other cases. It was hard to imagine who might have killed Cynthia beyond a jealous Mrs. Kupton. He considered his client Amy Silverton, but dismissed her without any reason other than he didn’t want it to be her. She had seemed less than friendly towards Cynthia when she mentioned her as the mistress. Still, Henry thought that to hire a detective, then go out and kill someone without leaving any proof, seemed unlikely.
He knew Mike would be obligated to check out Mrs. Kupton, so he didn’t add it to his list. Seeing Amy was now tops on Henry's list. Obviously, there were more people in Daniel’s life, and he needed to know who they were. One of them must have killed Cynthia, but why? What could she have known or done to deserve it?
Mike returned with two cups of black coffee. “I called the captain and told him what was going on. I hated to wake his wife, but with Cynthia's connection to Kupton, I knew he would want to know.”
“What did he say?”
“Not much, just took it in.”
“Did you tell him about the disappearing tenants from the twenty-third floor?” asked Henry.
Mike said, “Yep, I told him when I got back to the station after dropping you off. He agreed that it seemed strange, but he isn’t convinced we have a murder on our hands. He said that people must move out of office buildings all the time.”
“I'm sure they do but an entire floor without anyone noticing?”
“Maybe they were magicians?”
Mike wasn’t known for his sense of humor, but Henry gave him a courtesy laugh anyway.
“I would like to know where they vanished to,” Henry said.
“I wonder how many buildings in town could accommodate that size of tenant on short notice.”
“Who would know something like that?”
The wheels in both their heads were turning but quickly ground to a halt. “I'm beat. I think I’ll head home if you no longer think I'm a suspect.”
Mike said, “You're free to go, my friend. It has been a long day, and I think I’ll head home, too. The case will be here, tomorrow. I'm sure someone in the precinct can figure out where they moved to or, at the very least, knows a real estate person who would. I’ll even check with city hall. Maybe there are permits or something.”
“Permits for what?”
“Sneakiness maybe?”
Henry looked at his watch and smiled. “It’s Opening Day.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Henry hadn’t slept much, maybe three hours. He had to be back to the office by 7:30 a.m. since Alan was going to be there to check for bugs. At 7:20 he passed Bobby’s office. The door popped open. Normally, the thought of getting roped into a lengthy conversation with Bobby would start the "excuse machine" running.
The strangest thing about Bobby was his office. Henry had only been through the door once. Usually, Bobby sort of slid through into the hall, barely giving a glimpse of what was inside. The one time he was inside, it was filled with mountains of newspapers, magazines, and books. There was a back room, too, which Henry imagined was about the size of Delaware.
“Hey, Henry, how are you today?” Bobby asked and continued without waiting for an answer. “I’m great; I got some new books, and they are wonderful. One of them is a chess book by a guy named Garry, there is another book about the Civil War, and there are some great travel books on Russia. I've always wanted to see the Baltic Sea. Have you ever been to Russia?”
“No, I haven’t, but…”
“You should go sometime. Celine said she has never been to Russia, either. She is nice. I'm glad you hired her. Is she doing a good job?”
“Yes, she is; I think the business…”
“I knew it. Are you working on any
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