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Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 21

Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Death, Erotica, Male / Females, Murder, Violence, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

London Drugs? Up there in behind. I think she has a roommate. Couldn't get anything on her, except she's there a lot." She looks up from her little black note pad. "Your in the wrong lane. Get over one to make a left at the lights." "I'll drive. You read." He moves over one lane and turns on his left signal light. She grins. On the green arrow the battered Mustang convertible turns left and heads north on Coast Meridian Road. "Catch the third street on the right and jog left. I think that's it. Now jog left and right again. We're on Larkspur. One of these blocks is 290." "I see it. Now where the hell do you park?" He finds 'Visitor Parking' and they go to the front doors. Trudy punches number 420. No response. She pushes 421. The buzzer sounds releasing the door lock as a woman's voice says, "Who is it." "Pizza Delivery." "I didn't order any Pizza." "Isn't this 321?" "No, it's 421." "Sorry, Ma'am." They step inside as Trudy murmurs, "They do it every time. Hit the door release before they know who it is." Mike just nods as they get into the elevator. They go to the third floor and look for 347. Trudy raps on the door and calls, "Angel, are you home." A distant voice comes back, "Just a minute." A thin brunette in a pink fuzzy housecoat opens the door and hesitates, looking at Trudy in surprise. "Who are you?" Mike flashes his I.D. and says, "Tony Vanuetche gave us your name. He says you and he were together the night the Hanson girl was murdered. We'd like to ask you a few ... questions. May we come in?" She mutters, "More fuzz." She nods for them to come in. "What more can I tell you?" She goes away into the bathroom but comes right back. "I was just going to take a shower. What do you want to know?" "Let's start with the evening of the murder, Miss Barteloni. You and Tony have been going together how long?" "Off and on for about ten years, I guess. I dropped in on him that night hoping to get him to go out. He said he had guests coming over and asked me to stay. This real estate guy comes in around ten with some broad, we have some drinks and get into playing cards. That's about it." "Did anyone else come in while you were there?" "Naw, just the four of us." "How late did you stay there?" "I stayed all night. I don't know how late the other couple stayed." She shrugs her shoulders. "I told you people all this about a dozen times. Don't you talk to each other?" "Did you know Flo Hanson?" "I've seen her around. I didn't know her to talk to." "You realized she had a relationship with Tony for some time?" "Yeah, he sees lots of broads. I guess he was going with her for about six months or so." "That didn't bother you?" "Why should it? We're not exclusive. I see lots of guys. What are you doing this weekend?" She grins a lopsided grin and Mike notices her robe has parted at the top. "Sorry, my wife has my weekends all planned out for me. Now, this other couple? Did they play cards all night or did they go to a private room for some privacy?" He winks. ...