Excerpt from Kill Fee, by Julie Eberhart Painter: The Cops are on the job to find who did the deed, or are they?
The police came up with no further information. Baffled by the strange circumstances of Conrad Olsen’s death, Detective Harper, his stubby body thrust forward in war mode, lashed out at his staff as if they had failed him at a personal level. “First of all, you jerk-offs, whose idea was it to investigate this as a murder?”
“Sir, those ladies said he’d been murdered.”
“Boswell, don’t you have a grandmother somewhere who’s a little loose in the head? Would you believe everything she told you?”
“But sir”” Well, no sir.”
“Dexter, was this your doing?”
“No sir, I think you told us to check it out.”
“I was in my car, you dummies. Of course, I told you to check it out. I tell you to check everything out.” Harper turned around so that his two officers couldn’t see his embarrassment. This wasn’t something he should have gotten into, but he was not going to tolerate having his authority challenged. When he felt his face returning to its natural color, he turned back, trying to look like he’d been considering some special plan.
“Tell you what we’re gonna do. Boswell, you get on the phone; call every doctor in this city and also up in Coral Beach. Ask them if they ever treated Conrad Olsen, and if so, did they prescribe heart medication for him.””¦
After his men had scurried out of the room, Detective Harper put his face in his hands and rubbed his temples, “Dad-blast-it, I hope it doesn’t turn out that cute piece of ass offed her own uncle. What a waste that would be.”
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