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Wilmington, NC 05 - Murder On The ICW

Wilmington, NC 05 - Murder On The ICW

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Autoren: Ellen Elizabeth Hunter
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    "It does seem that way," I said. "I've got my fingers crossed that Cam Jordan is going to take this time."

14

    The view through the jet window behind Jon's head was of an inky black sky. Jon had let me sit in the aisle seat, knowing how I have this thing about confinement. In fact, I wondered how I'd manage to stay aboard the aircraft for the seven-hour flight to Venice without having a fit or trying to escape through a tiny porthole. I wasn't able to glimpse the midnight blue Atlantic below us but I knew it was there. When I started to wonder if crashing into the ocean would be preferable to crashing into land, I knew it was time to stop pondering the risks of flying and the improbability that this huge aircraft could remain aloft.
    "Melanie had news," I told Jon. Melanie had driven me to the airport and had shared her latest with me.
    Jon closed his magazine and turned to me. The reading light above his head illuminated his golden blonde hair causing it to shine like the heads of the saints in the book on Renaissance paintings I was perusing. I was giving myself a crash course in Italian art.
    No matter how many times Jon looks at me, each time his face lights up. He doesn't do this with anyone but me. I know; I've checked. I love the way he glows as his eyes study my face. And sometimes he looks into my eyes so deeply, I feel our souls connect. I am able to feel pure joy pass from him to me. I love this feeling. For two years I'd been calling it friendship. Now I was calling it what it really was -- love.
    "What did Melanie have to say?" he asked, in no way aware of the intense longing for me that showed on his face.
    "Well, you know her lawyer hired a private investigator. It seems that at about noon on the day of Joey Fielding's murder, a small boat was docked at the Bitterman's boat dock. The construction crew next door reported seeing it there. It didn't strike them as odd because boats tie up at the private docks along Harbor Island all the time."
    "So someone could have come by boat to meet Fielding there. But how did Fielding get into the house? Did the PI find that out?"
    "According to the police report he had a key to the Bitterman front door in his pocket. Brie Bitterman admitted to them that she'd given him a key," I said, repeating what Melanie had told me. Except that Melanie had gone into a tirade about Joey Fielding being secretly engaged to Brie Bitterman .
    "She's a child, for God's sake," Melanie had complained. "What in the world was Joey doing with a child when he could have had a woman?"
    "Did he find out who the gun belonged to?" Jon asked.
    "She. Not he. Why does everyone assume a private investigator has to be a man?"
    Jon held up his palms in pseudo surrender. "I apologize for my political incorrectness," he said in mock contrition. "She. Did she find out who the gun belonged to?"
    "Yes," I said with an amused smile. "Al Shariff , Brie's manager."
    "Well, I hope the detective is checking him out, where he was at the time of the murder, does he have a strong alibi," Jon said. "Was there anything unprofessional about his relationship with Brie?"
    "Melanie's PI is going over his life with a fine-tooth comb. If he has anything to hide this woman will find it."
    "What about fingerprints on the gun? Were Shariff's prints on it as well as Melanie's?" Jon asked.
    "You'd think so, wouldn't you, but only Melanie's prints were on the gun. Somebody wiped it clean before she touched it."
    I leaned back and closed my eyes. "I can't believe we're on our way to Italy. I can't tell you how much I've dreamed of going there, ever since I read Frances Mayes book about restoring Bramasole . This is going to be a long flight, I wish I could sleep."
    I had worked a full day on Tuesday and then at nightfall Melanie had driven me to the airport where I'd met Jon. We'd flown to New York for our connection to Venice. Now it was the early hours of Wednesday.
    Jon took my hand and I opened my eyes and looked into his.
    "Ashley, there's a vast ocean down there. A really huge expanse of water that separates two continents. We're flying to one of those continents. We're leaving the other behind us, complete with all the problems that have plagued us recently. Melanie being charged with murder. The skeleton under the bottles. The grim ATF agent who is straight out of 'Dragnet.' Our odious client. Nick with his wanderlust and his infidelity.
    "Just you and me and Italy makes

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