Evelyn Shepherd Theo Bourne 01 The Hunting Moon

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. Okay, I take that as a yes.Once we got the TV wheeled out, we headed down to the parking lot.Carlosturned to me. Your car or mine?The Hunting Moon 33 Mine, I said as I fished my keys out from my pocket.I ignored his glare andunlocked the doors. You ever going to let me drive? he asked as he got into the passenger s seat.I pretended to think about it for a moment before sliding into the driver s seat. No, I said as I shut the door.* * *Teresa Fine had lived in a suburb a few blocks away from my aunt s house onthe West Side.Her house was a split-level that still had its original yellow panelingfrom the seventies.The front yard was clean, if not bare.The flower beds were deadand withered, and the single pear tree in the center of the yard was almost devoid ofits leaves.I pulled up to the side of the house and cut the engine to my Mustang.Awhite Pontiac was sitting in the driveway.We climbed out of the car and headed up to the front door.Carlos glanced backat me before knocking.A few remaining leaves scattered from the tree as the windblew, tangling in my hair.I brushed them off, waiting for someone to respond to theknocking.When no one answered after five minutes, Carlos knocked again. I m coming! a woman croaked from behind the door.After a few seconds, we could hear the jingling of door locks being unlocked.The front door swung open, and a woman who resembled Jack Skellington, with herpaper-thin skin stretched over sharp bones, glared at us through the screen of thestorm door. What do you want?Her voice was hoarse from too many packs of cigarettes and grief.Carlosflashed his Boy Scout smile and pulled his badge out. I m Detective Ramirez, and this is my partner, Detective Bourne.Are you Ms.Fine?She looked between us, her nose curling.A lot of people on the West Side havean innate dislike for cops, and I could tell that she had harbored a hatred for us longbefore her daughter was killed.This was going to go oh so smoothly. Yes& she said slowly, lifting a cigarette she held between her fingers to herlips.Her hand had a fine tremble to it. We were wondering if we could talk to you about your daughter, Ms.Fine.Would you mind if we came in? Carlos asked, still smiling charmingly.She hesitated, some of her hatred softening.Carlos seemed to have that effecton people.Finally she conceded and opened the screen door. All right.Her eyes were rimmed red, and I had a feeling it wasn t from the curls ofsmoke blowing in her face.She swiped at her eyes and walked over to the couch,which was littered with tissue balls.34 Evelyn Shepherd I m sorry for your loss, Carlos began, stepping into the middle of the livingroom.It was shabbily decorated with eagle statues and Native American artwork.He pulled out a notepad and pen. Like I said, Ms.Fine, I d just like to ask you afew questions. Please, she mumbled, call me Pam.And you can sit.We both sat in two overstuffed recliners with sheets thrown over them.Theroom smelled vaguely of cats.I turned to look at her. Can you tell us about Teresa?What was she like?Pam snatched up a tissue from the box next to her and held it to her nose.Shesmiled weakly. She was full of life.She wanted to become a nurse. So she was going to school? I asked.Pam shook her head. She couldn t get the funding.She was working rightnow. Where was she working? Carlos asked, jotting something down. As a waitress over at a club& She trailed off, staring distantly. Do you know the name of the club?She bit her thin lip, swiped the tissue across her eyes, and shook her head. She didn t talk about work much.I think it was called something& lunar,moon& something like that. Did Teresa have any friends? Anyone she hung out with who stuck out? Iasked, making a mental note to do a search of all the clubs in the area.I lookedaround the room, barely glancing over the large scenic painting that hung over thecouch.Between the chair I sat in and the couch was a glass table cluttered withporcelain sculptures and photos [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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