Murder in Pink Part 3
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Murder in Pink Part 2
by Tanya Lynn
Cast of characters
*The good guys*
David Scott and Tanya Lynn Lamm- our intrepid, dual identity private eye
and hero.
Carol Darfler- loyal secretary who knows his dual identity.
Steve Romeros- police detective and Dave's best friend and former
partner
Susan Taft- David's girlfriend and Tanya Lynn's best friend.
Various minor characters (cops, etc.)
*The victim*
Lydia Sisneros- a vicious old lady who had spent her life making enemies
and one of them had finally caught up to her.
*The Suspects*
Diane Caldwell- granddaughter of the old woman and heir to part of the
family fortune
Hector Sisneros- grandson and also heir to the fortune- always fighting
with Diane.
Karen Caldwell- daughter of Lydia, mother of Diane- wants to control
fortune through Diane.
Howard Caldwell- Karen's husband and family lawyer
Juan Sisneros- son of Lydia and father to Hector- in charge of grounds
and ongoing construction with Hector.
Bob Strock- manager of the family Chili business- the foundation of the
fortune, and about to be accused of theft.
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As I pulled off my nightgown and climbed in the tub, I cursed the pain
in my stomach and the fever. I had to go and explain to my best friend
Steve why my client was dead. I didn't have time to shave my legs, so I
put on a pants suit and tucked my 9mm behind the waistband. I put on a
jacket to cover it. As I drove onto the estate grounds, a cop checked my
ID and told me where to find Steve. He looked pissed off and I couldn't
blame him. Steve asked me if my clients were dying to hire me, or what.
Instead of going to the main house, we went to the construction. I could
see now that it was a smaller version of the big one. We went inside and
he took me to what was obviously a panic room. Inside was my client,
frozen stiff as a board. Steve said that this was the way that they
found her. The panic room was sealed from the inside. The temperature
was normal. The question was, how had she been frozen solid after she
entered the room? Especially when I had seen her less than 24 hours
before.
Steve said, "This kind of crap is your department- you like Whodunits."
It was true- I had loved mysteries since I was a kid. Half the time I
had wanted to be Nancy Drew. I said to come over for dinner that night
(if I could eat) and I would show him the report on the family. As I was
getting ready to leave, Diane came up to me with a man that looked kind
of like her and said, "What the hell are you going to do about finding
our Grandmother's killer? It's probably him any way," and pointed to the
man with her. He said, "You bitch, you probably did it and wanted to pin
it on me." He made to strike her and when I got between them, acted like
he would hit me. I pulled my gun and said that if he tried, he would
never need condoms again. He called me a bitch and some other choice
words, so I kicked him in the balls. I told him he was right, I was a
bitch, and now he knew for sure. Diane applauded and I got in my car and
left. One thing bothered me about the whole thing - I was sure I saw
that he had had pink panties on. The waistband showed over his pants. I
filed it away in my mind.
I went home and took some more stomach medicine and laid back down with
Robert B. Parker's Death in Paradise until I fell asleep. When I awoke,
it was afternoon and the fever and stomachache was gone. I had a little
appetite and waited for Steve to show up. When he arrived, I made some
soup and bread and we went over the report on the family. He said he was
going to start questioning them tomorrow and would I like to come along.
He said, "Maybe you'll have time to shave your legs and wear a dress."
Damn him, he just knew me too well.
In the morning, he came by to pick me up to go to the house. I was
feeling completely better by now. He said, "I hope you studied that
report." I filled him in on the cast of suspects and then we arrived at
the estate.
A butler escorted us into a sitting room where all of them had gathered.
I saw Diane and Hector sitting with people that were obviously their
parents. Another man, obviously Bob Strock, sat at a desk. Steve
introduced us to them and said that I was a special consultant on the
case. I stepped up to the fore and said that although I had only met the
victim once, she had hired me and I was determined to find her killer.
Diane and Hector immediately began to accuse each other. Their parents
joined in the fray while Strock sat and smiled and enjoyed the show. I
let them fume and fight and finally put an end to it. I stepped up and
said we were going to do this in a fairly orderly fashion or I would get
nasty. Hector was quick to say, "The bitch means it so we better
listen." I managed a smile for him and he looked surprised and they all
calmed down.
I went to each about their motives for committing the murder. Hector and
Diane admitted to their being the main heirs, but both professed undying
love for the old lady. They also said that they had spent the previous
night in an all-night conference call to Japan. They both sounded rather
pissed that they were allaying each other. I went to Hectors parents.
They had only each other as an alibi, but doing it to get control of the
family fortune for their son seemed like not the strongest motive. It
was the same with Diane's mom and dad. I went to Strock and asked him.
He said that he didn't have any real alibi, but then, he didn't really
have a motive either. He really didn't like any of them and didn't care
who was in control. He was just too good of a manager to let go. I asked
about the theft accusation and he said "it's bullshit, and that will be
proven soon enough. I told them that I would be around to talk to each
of them individually as I had time and Steve and I left.
We went to the medical examiner's office. I had seen plenty of autopsies
in both personas so there was no problem. The coroner named her freezing
as the cause of death. Because of that, it wasn't possible to place a
time of death exactly. Just that it was in the last few days. She said
that she thought it was possible that the body had been moved, but that
sure as hell didn't help. She was still found in the panic room. There
were a couple of things that were bothering me on a sub-conscious level
that I couldn't pin down. It would come to me eventually.
Steve took me back to my office where I changed into a tank top and
jeans after taking off my panty hose. I called the people who Hector and
Diane said they were on the call with and they and the phone records
confirmed it. The people said that the only problem that there had been
was there was a lot of construction noise going on at where they were
calling from. I called and asked Diane about it and she said that there
had been an all night project going on at the house. I said ok. I also
called a friend of mine who was more into the financial side of
investigations and had him start on Strock. I decided to take the
afternoon off to go to think and started for the mountains. I had a
favorite spot on the other side from town to go and think. I made sure I
had some water and my pipe and split.
OK, I guess I should admit here that I really don't drink but like to
smoke pot on my own time. Steve knew about it and chose to ignore it. He
had to deal with random drug tests or else he might have joined me. If I
hadn't been so preoccupied with the case, I might have noticed the car
tailing me before I got on the mountain road that was deserted. He tried
to hang back, but I spotted him. I went ahead to the park where I was
going, and fortunately, it was deserted. I pulled out of sight around a
hill and ran back to my trunk. I already had my 9MM out, and dug pump-
shotgun out of the back, along with 30'06. By the time they came around
the hill, I was hidden. They were both carrying pistols. Two guys.
I stood up behind them with the shotgun on them and said, "Drop the
guns, boys."
Instead they dove in opposite directions. I took the one who was faster
with a blast from the shotgun that thoroughly gutted him and dove back
into hiding as bullets went through where I had just been. Damn! They
hadn't come from the other guy, so there had to be a third. I peeked
over the mound and saw a flash as I ducked back and heard a bullet hit
off the mound.
One of the guys yelled, "Hey puta, we're both going to do you at once."
Since I wasn't gay, this didn't exactly fill me with anticipation. I
yelled back, "You don't have dicks that I would feel anyway - I'd need a
microscope to find them." As I wanted, one of them was so enraged he
stood up to yell and fire and I put a rifle slug in his chest. Even if
it weren't the heart, the shock would kill him. The other made to run
off and I shot out all four tires on his car. He started firing wildly
and I put a bullet in his knee. I wanted him alive for questions. He
said I would rather be dead than to surrender to a puta" and put the gun
in his mouth and fired. I dug out my cell phone and called Steve.
He and the local cops showed up shortly. The evidence and my reputation
backed up my story. I was allowed to leave after walking them all
through it and went home. I had AAA tow my car and I rode with Steve. He
knew me well enough to not be shocked that it didn't bother me that I
had killed. Killing scum never did. Only when innocents or clients got
killed was I bothered. What did bother me was that apparently I already
knew enough about this case to die for. I just wish I knew what the hell
I knew.
End of part 2
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