Caught In A Bind. Gayle Roper
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Название: Caught In A Bind
Автор: Gayle Roper
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781472079374
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I expected him to pull out a picture, but he didn’t.
“Come on,” he said. “It’s in the garage.”
I glanced again at Edie.
“Randolph can never remember Randy’s birth date,” she said. “He thought it was sometime in the spring, so he sent the car ahead so he wouldn’t be late.”
Randy turned on his mother. “He knows my birthday! He wants me to have the fun of anticipation.”
Edie shrugged. “If you say so.”
“When is your birthday?” I asked.
“July 13.” Randy scowled at me, daring me to make something of the midsummer date.
I merely nodded. “Well, show me.”
Still scowling, Randy led me down a level, through the family room, to the connecting door to the garage. He went through first and flicked on the lights. I followed and blinked at what I saw. I knew then that Edie and Tom didn’t have a chance.
There, gleaming softly under the harsh overhead light, sat a silver, ragtop Porsche convertible.
“It came three days ago.” Randy ran his hand lovingly over the sleek curve of one fender. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“That it is.” I began to circle the car. All I could think of was how inappropriate this expensive, classy, powerful car was for a novice driver. The potential for tragedy was incredible!
I bent down to peer inside. I might as well study the upholstery before it was drenched with Randy’s blood.
Someone had beaten Randy to it.
Blood stained the passenger seat and floor, great quantities of blood, overwhelming quantities of blood. I knew there had to be very little if any left in the very dead man who slumped against the gray leather interior.
FOUR
I made a noise halfway between a scream and a burp at the sight of the body. My first thought was that Tom had finally come home.
“What’s the matter with you?” Randy demanded, ever sympathetic to a woman in distress.
I couldn’t find my voice, so I pointed. He bent and peered in. Next thing I knew he was retching in the corner. So much for perpetual cool.
I made myself look in the car again. I had to know if the corpse was indeed Tom.
It wasn’t. First, the body looked too tall, even slumped. Tom was slight all over, and this man had wide shoulders and a paunch. Also, Tom wore his hair closely cropped, and this man had straggly hair that should have been cut weeks ago. And of course, this man had the wrong face, with strong, broad features instead of the narrow, almost delicate ones that typified Tom.
I straightened from my quick second glance with a deep sigh of relief and turned to Randy, who by now was leaning weakly against the side of the car.
“Get off the car! It’s a crime scene!”
Randy, green around the gills, jumped and obeyed.
“We don’t want to touch it and contaminate any evidence.” Randy nodded as he swayed.
I gave him a push. “Back into the house. We need to call 911.”
Edie took one look at Randy as we stumbled inside and surged to her feet. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a dead guy in my car!” Disbelief was Randy’s dominant emotion now that he was away from the scene. Feelings of outrage and violation would follow shortly. “And there’s blood all over!”
Edie looked wide-eyed at me, seeking confirmation—or denial—of Randy’s comments.
I nodded. “Where’s the phone?”
They both pointed to the kitchen.
I called 911 and returned to the family room just as Edie and Randy walked back in from the garage.
Edie was white-faced as she looked back toward the garage. “I never saw him before in my life.”
The police didn’t recognize the corpse either.
“How’d he get here?” Randy demanded of anyone who’d listen, and that was usually me. “And why in my car?”
Like I knew.
“How long’s he been dead?” he demanded of the police. “How did he die? And why in my car?”
“Speaking of your car, son,” William Poole said quietly, “when was the last time you looked into it?”
“Ah.” Randy looked very wise. “You want to know when the body got there.”
William nodded. “That’s the idea.”
“Well, I sat in it just before I left for dinner. I met Mom at Ferretti’s, not that she invited me.”
“And there was nothing unusual about the car or the garage when you last saw it at what? About 5:30?”
Randy thought for a minute. “Yeah, about 5:30. And if by unusual you mean there was a dead body lying around bleeding all over the place, no, there was nothing at all unusual. I just sat behind the wheel making believe I was driving.” Randy’s hands were in front of him, steering.
William adjusted his gun on his hip. “One piece of advice, son. Don’t even think about taking that car onto the road before you have your license.”
Randy blinked and flushed. “I’d never do something like that.”
I could almost hear William’s mental Right.
“Besides,” Randy continued, “Mom has the keys.”
William nodded. “Good. Make certain you leave them in her care. If you break the law here, we can make it twenty-one before you get a license.”
Randy stared. “Twenty-one?”
“Twenty-one,” William repeated. “But since you’re not going to take her out early, there’s no problem. Right?”
Randy nodded reluctantly. Busted by the cops before he even committed the crime!
“And when you do get your license,” William continued, “don’t see how fast she can go.”
Randy held up his hand. “That’s two pieces of advice. You said one. Two’s one too many.”
William ignored the disrespect, and Randy resumed pacing, cursing and muttering under his breath. I suspected that beneath the distress and excitement of being part of an official СКАЧАТЬ