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All Night Long

All Night Long

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Autoren: Jayne Ann Krentz
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don’t want you asking around about Pamela.”
    “I don’t suppose you’d care to be more specific?” Irene said.
    “I always liked you, Irene, and I was real sorry to hear about that post-trauma problem everyone says you’ve got. Also, I’m truly grateful for what your pa did for my boy Wayne’s been working steady all these years. Got married a while back and has himself a nice little family”
    “I’m glad, Connie.”
    “Like I said, I’m grateful. But I’d take it as a real favor if you didn’t come back here again anytime soon.”
    The door closed with a depressing finality.

    Irene walked beside Luke back to the S UV Neither spoke until they were inside the vehicle.
    Irene pulled her notebook out of her shoulder bag. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got.
    Pamela ordered in enough food for a week and didn’t request any hard liquor, but she supposedly OD’s on martinis and pills.”
    Luke put the SUV in gear and drove off down the narrow road that led away from Connie Watson’ mall house.
    “The quantity of food suggests that she wasn’t thinking of killing herself” he agreed.
    “But it doesn’ ean that she didn’t OD by accident.”
    “I know.” Irene tapped the tip of the pen against the notebook. “It’s the liquor that bothers me the most. It’s true, she might have brought it with her this time, but if it was her habit to have Connie stock it along with the other supplies, why alter a long-standing pattern?”
    “Good question,” Luke admitted. “I’ve been thinking about the man, though.”
    “What man?”
    “Connie said that when it came to Pamela, there was always a man in the picture.”
    “But not this time,” Irene said slowly.
    “At least, not one that Connie knew about.”
    Irene contemplated that angle. “In the old days, Pamela viewed men as accessories.
    She always ha ne or two conveniently on hand to wear whenever she wanted to go out and party.
    If Connie was right about nothing having changed in that regard, it’s a good bet that at the time of her death Pamela had a man available on short notice somewhere.”
    “If we can find him, he might know what was on her mind during those last few days of her life.”
    She smiled. “I like the way you think, Danner.”
    “Gee, thanks. I’ve always wanted to be admired for my brain.” He glanced at her.
    “What did your father do for Connie Watson’s son?”

    Irene watched the sunlight and shadows dance on the lake. “Wayne Watson got into some trouble with the law the year after he graduated from high school. Ended up doing time. When he got out nobody around the lake wanted to give him a job. Dad convinced a contractor over in Kirbyville to take him on. Sounds like it worked out well.”

Nineteen
    From the first time he’d brought the SUV to Carpenter’s Garage for a routine oil change and lube job, Luke had admired the place. He knew there were some people who liked walking through art museums and galleries. He took satisfaction from an efficient, functional, well-organized working facility like the garage. Phil Carpenter understood the importance of cleanliness, order and precision.
    He paused just inside the entrance and allowed himself a moment to properly appreciate the gleaming, well-lit space. A person could have eaten off the concrete floor, he thought. Every tool and every piec f machinery that was not in use was stowed in its proper place. Stainless steel shone as bright as silver. The two men working beneath an elevated pickup wore clean uniforms emblazoned with the establishment’s logo. Luke knew from personal experience that the men’s room was equally clean and shiny. There were always plenty of soap and paper towels available.
    He started toward the office at the far end of the garage.
    A thin, gaunt, hollow-eyed man wielding a mop nodded once as he went past.
    Luke returned the greeting.
    “How’s it going, Tucker?”
    “Goin’ fine, Mr. Danner.”
    Tucker Mills’s haggard, burned-out expression made it impossible to judge his age.
    He could have been anywhere between thirty and sixty. His long, lanky hair was sparse and thin and going gray. He operated somewhere at or near the bottom of the social pecking order in Dunsley surviving on his odd jobs and judicious recon trips to the town dump. Luke had found him to be invaluable when it came to dealing with the myriad maintenance and gardening issues that afflicted the lodge.

    Tucker concentrated on pushing the mop head

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