Steve Demaree - Dekker 09 - Murder on a Blind Date by Steve Demaree Page B
Authors: Steve Demaree
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how come I've heard some of it?"
"Someone
else did that. But as for Beethoven, after he composed all that music, he
decomposed."
"That
was bad, even for you, Cy."
"Now
back to the matter at hand. Your dead buddy. The murderer could have had him in
cold storage. Of course we know when the young woman was murdered."
"Yeah,
sometime between when I went to sleep after drinking that stuff and when I woke
up in Tennessee ."
"Do
you think they'll go easier on you because you don't remember doing it?"
"I'll
remember the next one. You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight."
"Okay.
Back to the murders we know about. Couldn't the murderer have kept some of the
others in cold storage?"
"They
could have on a day like today. Just throw the bodies out the window. But the
answer is no, Cy. When you read further you will see that each of the others
was seen on the day before the murder, had gone about his or her normal
routine, and had acted normal prior to the murder."
"So,
do you think the murderer is someone who had been given three red cards and was
out of dating possibilities?"
"You
mean someone was mad at the agency and wanted to put them out of business
because he or she thought the agency had provided them with bad dates?"
"Could
be."
"It
does make sense, so I guess we can rule that out."
Lou and I
continued to talk about what we knew, but both of us were concerned about what
we didn't know.
I hung up
from talking to Lou and called Sam.
"Sammy
boy, I'm trying to keep some of these other people alive. Do you know of anyone
who has used the agency and is still alive? Maybe someone who sent back a
green card?"
"I
have two. Both in Lexington . A man, Phil Pendleton. A woman,
Patty Moran."
"Did
they go out with each other?"
"No,
they both went out with someone who sent back a green card. Someone who was
murdered."
"Really,
Sam. That's something that's worth looking into. As for you, keep checking.
This is getting too complicated for me."
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Sometimes
when I come upon a brick wall I keep hitting my head against it. Dentists and
plastic surgeons highly recommend it. But other times I do this when my brain
is still working, so I put aside what I'm doing and hope that time away will
help me look at everything with a fresh eye when I come back to it. This time I
hoped reading a good mystery would help me solve this new case. I found the
latest S.S. Van Dine Philo Vance mystery, then called Lou to see if he was okay
with reading it next.
Before I
could start reading, my stomach growled to let me know what time it was. I went
to the freezer, pulled out a TV dinner, dumped the ingredients in the garbage,
and started eating the plastic and cardboard. Well, I didn't actually do that,
but I had heard that eating the container is almost as nutritious as eating the
food inside it. After looking over my sparse possibilities, I shut the
refrigerator door and headed for the peanut butter. I spread a liberal amount
of peanut butter on a couple pieces of bread, then sliced a banana and added it
to my sandwich. Then I got out two Hershey Almond candy bars and laid them on
the bread, and put on a little more peanut butter so the chocolate would stick
to it. I looked at my creation and realized that I had included all the
essential food groups except bacon and cheese.
I ate my
sandwich then walked to my recliner, ready to digest my book. Van Dine was one
of the best at devising a whodunit. Too bad that he died so young and wrote
only a dozen of them, instead of the many dozens that Erle Stanley Gardner and
Agatha Christie wrote.
It didn't
take long for me to bury myself in the book. I read until I could tell that God
was calling me to a nap. An hour later, I woke up from my nap refreshed, but I
didn't get up feeling that I knew who had murdered all of those people.
I got up
from my bed and realized where I was, which was quite an accomplishment for me.
I walked over to the front window, looked out, and saw no crimes
"Someone
else did that. But as for Beethoven, after he composed all that music, he
decomposed."
"That
was bad, even for you, Cy."
"Now
back to the matter at hand. Your dead buddy. The murderer could have had him in
cold storage. Of course we know when the young woman was murdered."
"Yeah,
sometime between when I went to sleep after drinking that stuff and when I woke
up in Tennessee ."
"Do
you think they'll go easier on you because you don't remember doing it?"
"I'll
remember the next one. You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight."
"Okay.
Back to the murders we know about. Couldn't the murderer have kept some of the
others in cold storage?"
"They
could have on a day like today. Just throw the bodies out the window. But the
answer is no, Cy. When you read further you will see that each of the others
was seen on the day before the murder, had gone about his or her normal
routine, and had acted normal prior to the murder."
"So,
do you think the murderer is someone who had been given three red cards and was
out of dating possibilities?"
"You
mean someone was mad at the agency and wanted to put them out of business
because he or she thought the agency had provided them with bad dates?"
"Could
be."
"It
does make sense, so I guess we can rule that out."
Lou and I
continued to talk about what we knew, but both of us were concerned about what
we didn't know.
I hung up
from talking to Lou and called Sam.
"Sammy
boy, I'm trying to keep some of these other people alive. Do you know of anyone
who has used the agency and is still alive? Maybe someone who sent back a
green card?"
"I
have two. Both in Lexington . A man, Phil Pendleton. A woman,
Patty Moran."
"Did
they go out with each other?"
"No,
they both went out with someone who sent back a green card. Someone who was
murdered."
"Really,
Sam. That's something that's worth looking into. As for you, keep checking.
This is getting too complicated for me."
+++
Sometimes
when I come upon a brick wall I keep hitting my head against it. Dentists and
plastic surgeons highly recommend it. But other times I do this when my brain
is still working, so I put aside what I'm doing and hope that time away will
help me look at everything with a fresh eye when I come back to it. This time I
hoped reading a good mystery would help me solve this new case. I found the
latest S.S. Van Dine Philo Vance mystery, then called Lou to see if he was okay
with reading it next.
Before I
could start reading, my stomach growled to let me know what time it was. I went
to the freezer, pulled out a TV dinner, dumped the ingredients in the garbage,
and started eating the plastic and cardboard. Well, I didn't actually do that,
but I had heard that eating the container is almost as nutritious as eating the
food inside it. After looking over my sparse possibilities, I shut the
refrigerator door and headed for the peanut butter. I spread a liberal amount
of peanut butter on a couple pieces of bread, then sliced a banana and added it
to my sandwich. Then I got out two Hershey Almond candy bars and laid them on
the bread, and put on a little more peanut butter so the chocolate would stick
to it. I looked at my creation and realized that I had included all the
essential food groups except bacon and cheese.
I ate my
sandwich then walked to my recliner, ready to digest my book. Van Dine was one
of the best at devising a whodunit. Too bad that he died so young and wrote
only a dozen of them, instead of the many dozens that Erle Stanley Gardner and
Agatha Christie wrote.
It didn't
take long for me to bury myself in the book. I read until I could tell that God
was calling me to a nap. An hour later, I woke up from my nap refreshed, but I
didn't get up feeling that I knew who had murdered all of those people.
I got up
from my bed and realized where I was, which was quite an accomplishment for me.
I walked over to the front window, looked out, and saw no crimes
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