the hell does one man dying have to do with what you do in life?”
“Look, I have a college degree . Business Degree,” I said.
“You do?”
“Sure, got it in prison. You know why I got it?”
“Because you could .”
I stared at Hilary for a few moments. She had hit the nail on the head. For the first time I found myself starting to care about someone other than myself. I tried to fight it off and shook my head like a cornered cougar.
“What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” I said. “On the contrary, you were right on the money.”
With that I s et her coffee cup on the counter, picked her up and took her to bed. We stayed there until lunchtime.
Chapter 2 6
Whe n I woke up, the door to the bathroom was closed and I heard Hilary singing ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’. From the sound of it, Dianna Ross had nothing to fear, but I liked the song. It kind of fit some of our problems.
I gave some thought to taking a shower with her, but if I did, I knew we wouldn’t leave until sometime in the late afternoon. Besides, she needed her own downtime.
So far, all I had in the way of leads on who might have killed Susan were Sonny Cap, Angel Garcia and someone named Hightower. Since I didn’t know any of them, I needed some idea how they fit into my sister’s life. While I knew my sister in some ways, I didn’t know her in others. I needed something to go on. The question was, where to go first.
I had her diary which I had not looked at until now. I was behind the curve on this investigation stuff. Picking it up, I must have looked like a geologist inspecting a rock.
The diary was black imitation leather and divided up into years and months. I turned to the last few entries. The last page contained what my sister did in her life right before she died. I felt like a voyeur peeping through the window at someone.
On the day she died, she met a john by the name of Maddox at the Casino in Jacksonville Beach at six o’clock in the morning. At nine that morning met another one named Reynolds. After that she had a meeting with Shelia in one of the restaurants in the Casino. She wrote that she was angry about the meeting with Reynolds. From what I could tell, Reynolds was an important man hooked into the Casino somehow. Shelia told Susan that she shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. I wrote down the name Reynolds. There was an entry next to the name that my sister had written telling her diary that there was nothing pleasing about what she did, but she had to get information for the people in Atlanta. I had to find out who these people were. That afternoon she met with Lockman. He wanted some money. The next line she had written the word ‘Jerk’. Well Sis, he’s a dead jerk now.
Reading through the rest of the earlier entries, I got the impression that my sister was gathering information and passing it on to this Max Reynolds. Probably the same Reynolds she had met at nine in the morning on the day she died. What did Susan know that was so important someone had to kill her? I needed to find this Reynolds and I had to go to Atlanta to do that.
I couldn’t look through the book any longer. It was ge tting to me. I put it down and picked up the address book and leafed through it. I looked under ‘R’s’ and there was the name, Max Reynolds, and an address for him on Marietta Street in downtown Atlanta and a telephone number. Only people on Marietta Street were lawyers, accountants or politicians and not necessarily in that order. Next, I found an address for Angel Garcia. It had a Buckhead address. Whoever Angel was, he had expensive taste. There was no listing for anyone named, Hightower. Shelia was in there and so was her husband, Billy. Only thing was, their address was not in Jacksonville Beach, but in Atlanta at the same location as this Max Reynolds. Since all the people connected with Reynolds were dead, that made him someone I needed to get to.
After a few pages
“Look, I have a college degree . Business Degree,” I said.
“You do?”
“Sure, got it in prison. You know why I got it?”
“Because you could .”
I stared at Hilary for a few moments. She had hit the nail on the head. For the first time I found myself starting to care about someone other than myself. I tried to fight it off and shook my head like a cornered cougar.
“What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” I said. “On the contrary, you were right on the money.”
With that I s et her coffee cup on the counter, picked her up and took her to bed. We stayed there until lunchtime.
Chapter 2 6
Whe n I woke up, the door to the bathroom was closed and I heard Hilary singing ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’. From the sound of it, Dianna Ross had nothing to fear, but I liked the song. It kind of fit some of our problems.
I gave some thought to taking a shower with her, but if I did, I knew we wouldn’t leave until sometime in the late afternoon. Besides, she needed her own downtime.
So far, all I had in the way of leads on who might have killed Susan were Sonny Cap, Angel Garcia and someone named Hightower. Since I didn’t know any of them, I needed some idea how they fit into my sister’s life. While I knew my sister in some ways, I didn’t know her in others. I needed something to go on. The question was, where to go first.
I had her diary which I had not looked at until now. I was behind the curve on this investigation stuff. Picking it up, I must have looked like a geologist inspecting a rock.
The diary was black imitation leather and divided up into years and months. I turned to the last few entries. The last page contained what my sister did in her life right before she died. I felt like a voyeur peeping through the window at someone.
On the day she died, she met a john by the name of Maddox at the Casino in Jacksonville Beach at six o’clock in the morning. At nine that morning met another one named Reynolds. After that she had a meeting with Shelia in one of the restaurants in the Casino. She wrote that she was angry about the meeting with Reynolds. From what I could tell, Reynolds was an important man hooked into the Casino somehow. Shelia told Susan that she shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. I wrote down the name Reynolds. There was an entry next to the name that my sister had written telling her diary that there was nothing pleasing about what she did, but she had to get information for the people in Atlanta. I had to find out who these people were. That afternoon she met with Lockman. He wanted some money. The next line she had written the word ‘Jerk’. Well Sis, he’s a dead jerk now.
Reading through the rest of the earlier entries, I got the impression that my sister was gathering information and passing it on to this Max Reynolds. Probably the same Reynolds she had met at nine in the morning on the day she died. What did Susan know that was so important someone had to kill her? I needed to find this Reynolds and I had to go to Atlanta to do that.
I couldn’t look through the book any longer. It was ge tting to me. I put it down and picked up the address book and leafed through it. I looked under ‘R’s’ and there was the name, Max Reynolds, and an address for him on Marietta Street in downtown Atlanta and a telephone number. Only people on Marietta Street were lawyers, accountants or politicians and not necessarily in that order. Next, I found an address for Angel Garcia. It had a Buckhead address. Whoever Angel was, he had expensive taste. There was no listing for anyone named, Hightower. Shelia was in there and so was her husband, Billy. Only thing was, their address was not in Jacksonville Beach, but in Atlanta at the same location as this Max Reynolds. Since all the people connected with Reynolds were dead, that made him someone I needed to get to.
After a few pages
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