Marked for Murder (Michael Shayne, Book 13)
Tim Rourke is stirring up a Miami seashore hornet’s nest as he experiences a chain of murders that appears hooked up to the burgeoning playing racket at the seashore. each one of 3 sufferers has been seduced clear of profitable tables by means of a beautiful blond and in this case discovered useless minus the winnings and with .32 bullets coping with the homicide at shut variety.
provided blandly. Painter snapped his laptop close and commenced to wake up. Shayne detained him through asserting, “Wait a minute. i need to invite you a number of questions.” “I’m asking the questions,” Painter informed him, yet he waited, tight-lipped and unfriendly. “Have you gotten anyplace at the Rourke shooting?” “That’s a police matter.” Shayne stated, “All correct. yet I recommend you cost Mrs. Rankin’s fingerprints with the 2 units present in Rourke’s apartment.” “What have you learnt approximately them? We haven’t given.
He lifted one other silver disguise and forked out 3 slices of bacon. Shayne strolled over to the desk and stated, “I are looking to check with you, Bronson.” Bronson’s puffed lids rolled up and he checked out Shayne with red-veined eyes. He stated fretfully, “Didn’t Agnes clarify to you that I by no means see someone at breakfast? who're you?” “You’re seeing me.” He reached at the back of him and pulled up a chair and sat down. “My identify is Shayne.” Bronson crunched noisily on a crisp slice of bacon and slid 1 / 4 of.
“Wait a minute,” Shayne acknowledged, “let’s look at your shorthand ebook earlier than you dress. That’ll retailer time if i've got any preparations to make.” She grew to become towards him, her face grave, and stated in a stricken voice, “I don’t like spying on Mr. Bronson. If it wasn’t that he known as that guy, I don’t imagine I’d do it even for you—and Tim.” “Brenner?” Shayne requested quietly. “How’d you know?” “At eleven-three this morning.” She stared at him for a second, then acknowledged, “I wager you're a.
Shayne lit a cigarette, drew on it challenging, and set a pant of smoke roiling via his nostrils. He acknowledged, “Why don’t you name Will Gentry and ask him if he has a list at the gun,” blandly. “Look the following, Shayne—what—how a lot are you aware approximately all this. If you’re retaining out on me, through God, I’ll—” “I’m no longer asking you to take my notice for anything.” Painter glared at him, trotted over to the telephone, and referred to as Gentry. He stated, “Looks as if I’m approximately to remedy the Rourke case, Will. Do you take place.
Rourke’s residence the afternoon he used to be shot and tore up his position searching for something.” “I don’t think it,” he stated in his sluggish drawl, nonetheless gazing a similar spot at the wall. “She was once out procuring that afternoon, but—” “You’d higher provide us her identify and allow us to check.” “Sure—if you're thinking that she’s combined up in—” Smith swallowed not easy. “Sure—her name’s Patsy Jones and she or he lives in Atlantic urban. I haven’t received her address.” “Who’s the Betty eco-friendly in Denver to whom you checked the trunk?”.