It was a not very far to the multi-story car park where Harry left his car.
On the way it rained twice, the first time a light shower, the second, probably because he had to walk in the open, was a deluge, and he was almost soaked to the skin by the time he reached the entrance and stepped into the elevator.
Just his luck to follow the weather prediction of no rain today. When had the weather bureau ever got the weather right?
It was that thought on his mind when he stepped out of the elevator and headed towards his car, that and the thought of spending time with Felicity.
As he went to open the door of his car, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
There was no mistaking the undoubted menace in his tone.
As Harry turned to look him, he noticed Al's face was red. He looked angry, very angry.
"Did you get the incriminating photo?"
“What the hell are you talking about? I just found him about five minutes before someone shot him. And he was certainly not out jogging with your wife.”
“You didn’t see her?”
“No. The last time I saw her she was in a large car, handing out envelopes of money. I doubt she’s conducting an affair in the back of the car.
“Did you shoot your brother? It sure as hell looked like you bursting out of the bushes and jumping into a red car, which I might add belongs to the company you work for, or own.”
“What? Me? No. Why would I? He was the brains behind the business.”
“What were you doing there?”
“I went to talk to him. Didn’t get a chance. I saw him get shot and left in a hurry, thinking if the cops found me there, I’d get blamed for it.”
“Any ideas about who would want to kill him?”
“Anyone of a dozen other jealous husbands. But I think I know who the killer is. You have to protect me."
"If you know who it was, go to the police."
He laughed. "Do you expect them to believe an ex-con?"
Harry conceded that might be a problem, but surely Sykes wouldn't be biased. Perhaps he would but it was a risk he would have to take if Al wanted to stay alive.
Harry went to reassure Al, but instead felt a heavy blow on the back of his head.
And, just after that, everything went black.
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