by G. M. Hague
‘Oh…’
‘You can thank me later.’
‘Thanks – there, I’ve done it. Can we move on?’
‘Next question?’
Beth hesitated and said quietly, ‘Did I see what I think I saw in there?’
Lukas said, ‘Ah… you mean Gavin Hucknall? Yeah, he dropped in for a visit. You get used to it after a while. I wouldn’t let it worry you.’
‘You’ve seen him before?’
‘Bastard won’t leave me alone lately – well, maybe he will now. It’s a gift, apparently. Seeing dead people, I mean.’
‘Right,’ she said, thinking it over. ‘As if I needed any more reason to stay well clear of you.’
‘Really? I was thinking that after tonight with you and I sharing… you know, a bit of an adventure, a kind of bonding thing… you might be more open to going out for a drink sometime? A nice meal somewhere?’ Against his better judgment Lukas tried The Smile on Beth one more time.
‘How many times do I have to tell you not to try that stupid smile on me?’
‘I’m only smiling.’
‘No, you’re not. That’s it, I’ve had enough. I’m going to catch a lift back with a patrol car.’
‘What’s wrong with mine? I’ll give you a ride. It was good enough for getting here.’
‘You’ll be in it, that’s what’s wrong,’ Beth called back.
While Lukas tried to think of a quick reply his mobile phone chimed that it had a message. It was from Julie Monroe.
You have a lot of explaining to do. Don’t forget, there’s more than one way to skin a rabbit.
Lukas winced at the thought. So much for making Julie feel indebted. Still, for once she wasn’t threatening to actually kill him. That was a positive.
His phone chimed again. Lukas expected a follow-up from Julie with the forgotten death-threat. But it was from Karen Roland.
Just got hired by Raymond Monroe. Make sure you don’t say a word about him or I’ll have you arrested for contempt of court and put in jail. See you tonight! XX K.
‘Oh, that’s just great,’ Lukas groaned, sending back “OK”. He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
At least Barbara had her precious, damned cat back. Lukas wouldn’t be hearing from her again.
His phone started ringing.
END
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Damned If You Do, Hanged If You Don’t.
As far as derelict warehouses go, this one was typical – apart from the corpse hanging from the rafters. The body hung in beams of cold sunlight streaming down from high windows. The place was big with a weathered timber floor, built on one of the old harbour docks from back in the days of wooden piers. The shed was filled with a labyrinth of forgotten packing crates piled high, sea containers and stacks of loading pallets covered with musty sacking. The abandoned goods created a maze of narrow passages and alleyways that stank of rat’s droppings and rotting material.
The body was suspended above a clear area, an open space among the clutter, near the middle of the building. Outside, seagulls wheeled hopefully above the wharves and ships, the water below glinting under the weak winter sun on patches of spilled oil and scum-lined waste.
Lukas Boston stared up at the dead man and said, ‘Yep, I know him. Edward Rewold. The last time I saw him, he looked a lot healthier. Not so... blue around the face, if you know what I mean.’
‘Was he a miserable bastard?’ Detective Peter Goodall asked. ‘Miserable enough to do this?’
‘Not at all. He has a tricky issue that needed a good private investigator and I came highly recommended – highly recommended. You don’t hear that too often, do you?’
‘Certainly not where you’re concerned,’ Goodall said. ‘What was the issue?’
‘I can’t tell you. Client confidentiality and all that. I’m sure you understand, Pete.’
‘I understand that your client is dead and hanging from this roof. He won’t be putting in any complaints.’
The two men stood side by side. Lukas was tall and lean, with a shock of black curly hair and brooding, green eyes. Goodall looked more like the policeman he was – spending too much time at his desk and gaining pounds on his already thickset body with every donut he ate. His hair was thinning and grey. Both of them hunched into heavy coats. Despite the sunshine outside, the air was chilly and a wind coming off the water made it sharper. Inside, the shadows seeped a dusty, unpleasant cold.
Lukas said, ‘Your powers of detective observation are almost Sherlock Holmes-like at time, Pete. I’m impressed.’ Goodall just looked at Lukas, waiting. ‘And I’ve got my professional reputation to consider. A very good one, apparently.’
‘Give me a break, Lukas. We haven’t got all fucking day.’
Lukas looked hurt. ‘All right, keep your shirt on. It’s a bit of in-house robbery in Rewold’s home probably done by one of his own family, so he doesn’t want to call you blokes in about it. Rewold’s really pissed off, but prefers to keep it private.’
‘How much are we talking about?’
‘I don’t know.’ Lukas shrugged. ‘But I’m guessing that it was little more than petty cash for this guy. Hardly worth stretching your neck for.’
‘Seriously? You don’t know?’
Lukas protested his innocence with a gesture. He really had no idea how money had been stolen. Rewold didn’t tell him.
One of the forensic team walked past. Although she was dressed in a baggy, white overall she had a shapely figure underneath it, so the two men still watched appreciatively.
‘Hi Denise, how’s it been going?’ Lukas asked lightly.
Without turning around or saying anything, Denise flipped him a middle finger and kept going.
Goodall said, ‘Have you been disappointing the female officers again?’
‘Let me ask you,’ Lukas said. ‘How many times can you expect to sleep with a woman, before she should start thinking that the relationship is... you know, exclusive? That you shouldn’t be having sex with anyone else?’
‘I dunno,’ Goodall thought it over. ‘Three times maybe. Four tops, I guess?’
Lukas was annoyed. ‘Well, there you go. You and Denise have a few things in common. Personally, I would have said five or six times, right?’
‘Did you count the early dates? Going out to dinner and stuff without taking her home afterwards? The nights without sex?’
‘No, do they count?’
‘Of course, they count.’
Lukas pulled a face.
Goodall said, ‘How’d she find out about the other woman?’
‘First hand, unfortunately. I really must figure out a better place to hide my spare front door key.’
Goodall winced and blew out his cheeks in sympathy, then nodded at the hanging man. ‘Notice anything strange?’
Lukas studied the scene. ‘Rewold’s wearing a really nice suit and he’s got bare feet. A Paul McCartney fan?’
Goodall squinted at him. ‘What?’
‘You know, that picture of the Beatles crossing the street in front of Abbey Road studios and Paul McCartney’s got no shoes on...’ Lukas’ voice trailed off as he saw Goodall wasn’t interested. ‘You don’t like the Beatles?’
‘I’m a Johnny Cash guy myself,’ Goodall said flatly. ‘Real country and western, not that bubblegum country shit they play now.’ He pointed at the corpse. ‘Why don’t you take a closer look?’
Careful not to disturb any of the forensic people, Lukas stood right next to Rewold’s body and examined it, waiting for something to leap out. He started saying, ‘Maybe he didn’t want to piss on his best shoes? Sometimes they think about stuff like that–’ Lukas stopped, surprised as one of the forensic team took a cue from Goodall and lifted the corpse’s legs, one by one, so Lukas could see the soles of Rewold’s feet.
On the bottom of one foot in green marker pen was written “Lukas” and o
n the other was “Boston”.
‘That’s odd,’ Lukas said.
‘That’s why you’re here,’ Goodall told him. ‘Mind you, there’s always odd shit happening whenever you’re involved. What the hell is it about you?’
‘Why does it always have to be my fault?’
‘Because it usually is your fault. Are you still saying this has nothing to do with your missing petty cash?’
‘Have the rest of the Rewolds been informed he’s dead?’
‘Yes, but nobody’s been interviewed. We just broke the news and no one exactly burst into tears. You’d think we’d told them their pet parrot had fallen off the perch. A little suspicious, if you ask me.’
‘Do me a favour and let me talk to the family first. I might get more out of them.’
‘If you think it’s worth a try.’
Lukas stared up at the corpse and thought, And from talking to someone else, like this guy.
END
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TWICE AS DEAD
by G.M.HAGUE
First published in July 2014 under the beta title “The Good, The Bad and the UnGodly”.
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OTHER LUKAS BOSTON MYSTERY BOOKS
DAMNED IF YOU DO, HANGED IF YOU DON’T (BOOK 2)
THE MAN DEATH FORGOT (BOOK 3)
BLOOD MONEY FOR NOTHING (BOOK 4)
MURDER, MYSTERY, VILLAINS & GHOSTS (Books 1, 2 & 3 compilation)
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A CLEAN KILL (crime/thriller)
GHOST BEYOND EARTH (horror/science fiction)
A PLACE TO FEAR (horror)
VOICES OF EVIL (horror)
THE DEVIL’S NUMBERS (horror)
AND IN THE MORNING (war/historical fiction)
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