new design every month for the ladies.
“I owe everything to your grandmother. She had faith in me from the beginning, and I’m proud of the fact that I haven’t let her down.”
“My grandmother knows a good bet when she sees one.”
Seymour blushed and then changed the subject. “She tells me you’re on another case.”
“I am.” I proceeded to tell Seymour everything I knew so far including my conversation with Suzette at Whole Foods . When I was done, he looked to be deep in thought.
“Seymour? Is something wrong?”
“I’m doing a tat for some guy out of New York. Not sure what his line of work is and I don’t ask. But he was telling me about an influx of guys coming into the states from Eastern Europe, the Balkans, mainly. Some from the Baltic as well. They’re looking for work. I’m like a hairdresser. People feel the need to talk to me while I’m working on them.”
“Hmm. Sounds like maybe some of them are working at Connecticut Custom Homes .”
“Maybe. I’m sure some of it is on the up and up, at least as up as entering a country illegally can be.”
“But?” I asked, my breath coming in gasps. The treadmill was at its steepest angle and I had increased the speed a few minutes ago.
“But I think some of these poor guys got sucked into paying for entry with the promise of good jobs, a decent place to live, and money to send home to the family.”
“And that’s not happening?”
Seymour crossed his large arms across his chest. “I don’t know. Look at all these women that come here with the promise of a better life and end up in the sex trade.”
“So maybe Vic Sanjari was bringing in cheap labor from other countries and didn’t make good on his promises and one of them killed him.” I smiled. “I like it.”
“It’s a better scenario than the police thinking Sam is involved. Mrs. Redmond said John is a good guy, so I’m sure he is. He’ll come to his senses. I think your sister will be fine. Look, I’ve got to finish my workout. I’m meeting up with some friends for dinner and a movie. Good to see you, Alex.”
“You, too, Seymour.”
I watched him move over to where the free weights were and then returned to my thoughts. I’d only been working the case for a few hours and already I had tons of suspects. Now all I had to do was convince a certain detective that Gary Hachmeister and a host of illegal Eastern European workers deserved a visit by the police.
Chapter 18
As soon as I stepped in the door, I ran upstairs for a quick shower. I tossed on my summer night shirt and headed downstairs to make a sandwich. John was standing at the sink cutting up tomatoes and the avocado.
“I assume we’re having sandwiches. I cut the meat up in thin slices. It’s on the table.”
The table was set for two with a bowl of cut-up cantaloupe to go with the sandwiches, a little cup with the chilies, and a plate with slices of meat and cheese.
“This looks good. Thanks,” I said.
“It’s too hot for the oven, but I can warm your sandwich and melt the cheese in the toaster oven,” John offered.
“Okay.” I watched him spread the bread with some mayonnaise and horseradish just the way I liked it. Then he piled on meat and two slices of cheese and put the sandwich in the little oven on the counter. When it was warmed he placed it in front of me and repeated the process for himself. Okay, so the man had a few uses. I glanced at him while I took a bite of the sandwich, savoring the chili I had tossed on. He could exasperate me to no end like yesterday, but I also knew that John would never drag me out of a party by the arm or tell me to go to bed just because he was tired. He also put a lot of thought into the gifts he gave me, and the best thing of all was that I knew if my mother or father or grandmother ever needed to live with us when they got older, he would move them in immediately. No assisted living care would do, not while John and I were able
“I owe everything to your grandmother. She had faith in me from the beginning, and I’m proud of the fact that I haven’t let her down.”
“My grandmother knows a good bet when she sees one.”
Seymour blushed and then changed the subject. “She tells me you’re on another case.”
“I am.” I proceeded to tell Seymour everything I knew so far including my conversation with Suzette at Whole Foods . When I was done, he looked to be deep in thought.
“Seymour? Is something wrong?”
“I’m doing a tat for some guy out of New York. Not sure what his line of work is and I don’t ask. But he was telling me about an influx of guys coming into the states from Eastern Europe, the Balkans, mainly. Some from the Baltic as well. They’re looking for work. I’m like a hairdresser. People feel the need to talk to me while I’m working on them.”
“Hmm. Sounds like maybe some of them are working at Connecticut Custom Homes .”
“Maybe. I’m sure some of it is on the up and up, at least as up as entering a country illegally can be.”
“But?” I asked, my breath coming in gasps. The treadmill was at its steepest angle and I had increased the speed a few minutes ago.
“But I think some of these poor guys got sucked into paying for entry with the promise of good jobs, a decent place to live, and money to send home to the family.”
“And that’s not happening?”
Seymour crossed his large arms across his chest. “I don’t know. Look at all these women that come here with the promise of a better life and end up in the sex trade.”
“So maybe Vic Sanjari was bringing in cheap labor from other countries and didn’t make good on his promises and one of them killed him.” I smiled. “I like it.”
“It’s a better scenario than the police thinking Sam is involved. Mrs. Redmond said John is a good guy, so I’m sure he is. He’ll come to his senses. I think your sister will be fine. Look, I’ve got to finish my workout. I’m meeting up with some friends for dinner and a movie. Good to see you, Alex.”
“You, too, Seymour.”
I watched him move over to where the free weights were and then returned to my thoughts. I’d only been working the case for a few hours and already I had tons of suspects. Now all I had to do was convince a certain detective that Gary Hachmeister and a host of illegal Eastern European workers deserved a visit by the police.
Chapter 18
As soon as I stepped in the door, I ran upstairs for a quick shower. I tossed on my summer night shirt and headed downstairs to make a sandwich. John was standing at the sink cutting up tomatoes and the avocado.
“I assume we’re having sandwiches. I cut the meat up in thin slices. It’s on the table.”
The table was set for two with a bowl of cut-up cantaloupe to go with the sandwiches, a little cup with the chilies, and a plate with slices of meat and cheese.
“This looks good. Thanks,” I said.
“It’s too hot for the oven, but I can warm your sandwich and melt the cheese in the toaster oven,” John offered.
“Okay.” I watched him spread the bread with some mayonnaise and horseradish just the way I liked it. Then he piled on meat and two slices of cheese and put the sandwich in the little oven on the counter. When it was warmed he placed it in front of me and repeated the process for himself. Okay, so the man had a few uses. I glanced at him while I took a bite of the sandwich, savoring the chili I had tossed on. He could exasperate me to no end like yesterday, but I also knew that John would never drag me out of a party by the arm or tell me to go to bed just because he was tired. He also put a lot of thought into the gifts he gave me, and the best thing of all was that I knew if my mother or father or grandmother ever needed to live with us when they got older, he would move them in immediately. No assisted living care would do, not while John and I were able
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