October 28, 2010 in C
Nobody said anything for thirty seconds. The only sound in the room was the clock on the wall. I picked up the photographs and looked again. It was still Helen. She was still dead.
“I told you. I’ve never seen her before in my life.”
The Detective looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Why’d she dial your number the day she was killed?”
“I don’t know.” I did know. “I didn’t answer it. I left my phone in the car while I was paying for fuel. I didn’t look at it for hours after that. Hell, I didn’t even know she’d called until your goons knocked on the door.”
‘Come on Gus; don’t make us detain you. Why’d she call you?”
“You can’t do that without sufficient evidence, which you and I both know you don’t have. It’ll take you a day to trump up something and get a warrant. So let me go or I call upstairs and you get a weeks worth of paper work for detaining me without cause.”
Another thirty seconds passes in silence.
‘I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.” The Detective said making no effort to hide his frustration.
I picked up my hat and walked past him smiling as I did so. I could see the veins in his forehead. I winked.
I walked out of the police station to find the weather had turned. I pulled my collar up and stepped out into the street. Two cops walked out behind me, police muscle.
Twenty-four hours before they could trump up some charges and drag me back in here for a good long session.
Twenty-four hours to ditch this muscle and find out who killed Helen, the woman who’d hired me to find her son.