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Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 19

Date: 2/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Cruelty, Death, Erotica, Male / Females, Murder, Violence, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

through. The phone has been busy all morning and yesterday, too. I could start my own business on skip tracing alone. It seems to be in answer to a flyer I sent out to all the businesses and Government offices. You may have to hire another investigator." "Trudy, I'd like to see one of those flyers. I'll try to get over sometime today. Now that you have me so busy, how am I going to find time to work on the POCO murder case?" "I don't know, but you better take me with you if you’re going to work on that one." "Who will answer the phone in our Chilliwack branch?" "I'll train Cookie! She'd love it!" "You have the answers for everything, don't you? I'll see you later. Take care now." "You take care. I need you big time now, and not just to sign the cheques. I love you. Bye." Next Mike calls Samuel Rogers. "Hello, Mr. Rogers, it's Mike Claymore. I'm working with the ICBC on the claim your son, Vincent, made when he had his car crash. Is he home, by any chance?" "Yes, I believe he's resting. The neck injury and all, you know." "Perhaps I could come by and speak with him this morning. Some inquiries have come up over his claim and they need clarification. Do you suppose that would be possible?" "Well, I don't know. We have plans for later in the day. I suppose it wouldn't hurt for him to answer a few questions for you this morning. I'll get him up. When may we expect you?" Mike is sitting across the street from the impressive old family home in the better district of Abbotsford. He ... says, "Oh, within an hour, I suppose." "Very well, we'll see you then." "Mike watches two young tennis players in the back lawn and tries to picture himself in shorts and a T, hitting the ball over the net. He shakes his head. Presently he hears a man's voice call, "Vincent! Vincent, come here a moment." One of the tennis players swings his racket, walks to the fence and picks up a towel along with a neck brace. He heads behind the house. Mike just grins. "Some neck injury!" he mutters to himself. He takes ten minutes to go through the file again then gets out of the car, briefcase in hand. He walks past ornamental shrubbery and statuettes to the front door. He pulls a bell cord and hears a distant chime. A maid answers the door and takes him into the library, where a thin haired portly man in his fifties comes forward to meet him. Mike apologizes for coming so soon, but says no one was home when he went to see someone else. "If your questions are just for Vincent, I'll take you up to his room. I had nurse awaken him, so he is expecting you." "I hope you plan to join us, Mr. Rogers. Some of the questions he may not be able to answer and may need your help." "Please, Mr. Claymore, call me Sam. It was a shock when young Vincent was brought home after the accident. I saw the car and couldn't believe my eyes. I've been in the odd scrape, but never seen a car go up in smoke like that one did. How long will it take for this claim thing?" "Oh, I think we'll be able to clear up this ...