Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 20 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 20

... knocks. After a bit he knocks again. Trudy says, "What's the point of seeing Ray. I thought we had everything from him?" "Something else occurred to me over at the terminal. It might not be any good. I don't know until I see Ray." "Well, I'd say he's not home." They leave Ray's and drive into town. Mike drives to the west end and Wilson Ave. He drives through the entrance of Reeve Street Park and around the loop. Soon he comes to a spot near the entrance where they can look through the trees and see Tony's place. He backs up and parks out of sight in bushes. They get out and walk back towards the entrance. When they reach the point where they can make out the house, Mike signals for Trudy to follow him. He moves between the trees and shrubbery to a point where he can clearly look into Tony's property. He says, "This is where we will watch from tonight." He sits down and clears back some branches. He has a clear view. He lets the branches fall back into place. "Stay here and I'll bring the car robe so we can find the spot later." After he has the robe laid out he checks the area. Not far from their spot is a footpath that leads to a gate that opens on Wilson next to Tony's driveway. The perimeter fence of the park runs right along Tony's property and down to the river. Mike is satisfied he knows the layout so they return to the car. Trudy likes the location of the car and suggests they kill time by making out in the back seat but Mike vetoes that. He drives back over to ...

... Ray's. This time Ray answers the door on the first knock and says he just came back from the store. He invites them in. He has fresh coffee on and asks if they will join him in a cup. While he's pouring the coffee, Mike asks, "Ray, your lawyer gave me an idea. Can you identify your coveralls or boots?" Ray puts two cups in front of them and says, "The coveralls are all the same. Canada Linen provides them and launders them every week. We just chuck them into the bin when they're dirty. It's pretty much the same with the boots. Most of the guys get their boots like I do. Off the safety boots salesman who comes around once a month." "Did you ever carve your initials or write your name in yours?" "Nope. The only way I'd ever know them is by the nick in the sole." "You can identify them?" "Sure. They all look alike except I stepped and slid on a steel ribbon, one of those ribbons they use to bind heavy stuff on pallets with. It cut an S shape in the right heel. I didn't realize that stuff was so sharp." "Ray, did you tell your lawyer you could identify your boots?" "No. I never thought of it." "See if you can get him on the phone." "Now? It's Saturday. I'll try. He might be in his office." Ray lets the phone ring and ring, but no answer. Mike says to Trudy, "If I'm on a run Monday, get Ray's lawyer on the phone and make sure he knows Ray can identify his boots. Those ones the RCMP have may not be his. I figure our murderer either took his coveralls and boots to commit the crime or ...