Time to Murder And Create
“That's about as much as I got. They all look about the same." "Yeah. Nothing on the main sheet. Let's see what came in last night. Oh, hello, LJK nine one four." "That sounds like it." "Seventy-two Impala two-door, dark green." "I didn't count the doors, but that's got to be it." "Belongs to a Mrs. William Raiken from Upper Montclair. She a friend of yours?" "I don't think so. When did she report it?" "Let's see. Two in the morning, it says here." I had left Armstrong's around twelve thirty, so Mrs. Raiken hadn't missed her car right away. They could have put it back and she never would have known it was gone.
"Where did it come from, Eddie?" "Upper Montclair, I suppose." "I mean where did she have it parked when they swiped it?" "Oh." He had closed the list; now he flipped it open to the last page.
"Broadway and a Hundred Fourteenth. Hey, that leads to an interesting question." It damn well did, but how did he know that? I asked him what question it led to.
"What was Mrs. Raiken doin...g on Upper Broadway at two in the morning?MoreLess
"Where did it come from, Eddie?" "Upper Montclair, I suppose." "I mean where did she have it parked when they swiped it?" "Oh." He had closed the list; now he flipped it open to the last page.
"Broadway and a Hundred Fourteenth. Hey, that leads to an interesting question." It damn well did, but how did he know that? I asked him what question it led to.
"What was Mrs. Raiken doin...g on Upper Broadway at two in the morning?MoreLess
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