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Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 12

Date: 1/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Erotica, Male / Females, Murder, Rape, Violence, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

down to see how you're holding up." "Come on in. I see you brought the Missus. You must be Marlene. Your not at all like I pictured you from Mike's description." "Uh, Ray, this is my assistant in the investigation, Trudy Garneau. Trudy, Ray Chauffe." "Oh. You an RCMP lady?" Trudy smiles and says, "No way. I'm private, like Mike. I'm pleased to finally meet you." In an aside to Mike she says, "Let's go. Your right, he didn't do it." Ray says, "How about a cold beer, Mike? Maybe the young lady would like something cold as well. I have root beer or milk... maybe beer for you, too?" "I really don't have time, Ray. I just wanted to touch base with you and let you know we're still working on the case. We'll let you get back to that lawn of yours, buddy." Trudy walks ahead of him back to the car. She climbs in his side and slides over. Mike says as he gets in, "Don't you even want to ask him any questions?" "You know everything he did and he doesn't know anything about what happened. What do you want to ask him?" “I don't know. I thought you wanted to meet him?" "I did. I told you that you were right. He didn't do it. Okay?" "I guess. Shall we go by Tony's?" "Drive on." Mike drives west to 787 Wilson Ave. It's at the end of the street, a small rundown bungalow by the river and near the entrance to the park. He pulls into the drive and knocks on the door. No answer. He tries again then steps back and walks around the house. The back lawn drops into a dug out court yard about two ... feet below ground level. Mike notes that the far side of the court is level with the riverbank and a dead end alley. Many car tracks lead into the court from the alley. He stands back and surveys the layout. Six cars could park behind the house and not be seen from the street. He walks along the bank towards the river and looks back to see a basement door that opens into the court. "Quite a layout." Mike jumps, "I thought you stayed in the car." "Can't I see, too?" "What do you think?" "Could be a drug dealer's set up, but it doesn't have to be. Ain’t he home?" "No answer when I knocked." "Well, where to next?" They start back towards the car and Mike looks around. The nearest neighbor's house is built back and to the far side of the next lot. There's a solid Laurel hedge between the properties. Across the street is a vacant lot that runs up against the park. The house is fairly isolated. They climb into the Mustang and Mike checks his notes. He glances at his watch and says, "Let's try that first address you had for Jay. No one was home yesterday, remember?" He starts the car and says, "Or we could try Flo's address, but I imagine that place has been combed pretty thoroughly." He pulls away from the curb then looks back at the house as if expecting to see a curtain move or something. All is as it was but he still has the feeling someone is watching them. "That would be an eerie place at night." "Yeah, it gives me the creeps, too." "Why?" "I don't know. Maybe because it’s ...