Tuesday 5 February 2019

Episode 37 - The Missing Link

Harry accepted for the time being she was genuinely surprised, but he didn’t doubt this woman could be also a very good actress.
“That’s impossible.  I identified the body and saw her put in the ground.  This is a cruel joke.  Did Al put you up to this?”
“No.  I met a young woman tonight who said her name was Cathy Jones.”
“Then you’re mistaken, and she is lying.  Describe her.”
I did, in surprising detail, indicating she made some impact on me.
Jennifer shook her head.  “That’s not Cathy, it’s more likely to be her cousin, Angela.  Those two were as thick as thieves, and I’m sure she had something to do with my daughter’s death.”
No mistaking the venom.
“Police say Al was tried and jailed, then reprieved.”
“It had been circumstantial evidence at best.  Bad police work and a technicality got him off, more’s the pity.”
“Then it sounds like you wanted him dead.  Did you kill your husband?”
“I wanted to, truth be known I still do, but no.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“I was summoned to the Outtel Finance Company office too.”
“Al.  He said he had something to tell me I would want to hear.”
“About your daughter?”
“He didn’t say.  When I arrived I saw the police cars, and kept my distance.”
“You said we needed to talk.”
“I need you to find out who killed my husband.”
“A rather odd request from a woman who should be elated he’s dead.”
“If he’s dead, which, knowing him, is more like the truth of the matter.  I should say, I need you to find him, if he’s still alive, and if not, who killed him.”
“Any idea who might want to kill him?”
“That conniving bitch he was sleeping with.”
She’d been elevated from red-headed floozy to conniving bitch.
“I didn’t get any evidence he was sleeping with her.  Nor did I sense, when I met them together there was anything going on between them.  But sending me on a wild goose chase would be a good way to draw attention away from yourself and establish an alibi if you needed one.  Where were you between the hours of 6:00 pm and 2:00 am this morning?”
“With Jeremy Brightwater.”
“Very convenient, since he’s missing and no one seems to know where he is.”
“That’s because I’m here.”  The man in the front seat stopped the car and turned.
The Chauffeur.

© Charles Heath 2016-2019

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