Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 12

... they want to give him an alibi? Could he have something to hold over their heads? Drugs! Maybe that's it! He's their supplier and they don't want his connection to the drug trade discovered so they provide him with an alibi that has nothing to do with whatever illegal activity he was actually involved in that night. But how does that tie into Flo. Damn! Something's missing, or I'm way off base. Where are we?" "On the Lougheed just leaving POCO. We'll be in Mission in half an hour and home an hour from then." "Turn around. It's not too late to go to the realty office and catch Ronald. We'll see how his story stacks up with his wife and Tony's. She didn't say anything about playing cards that night. That puzzles me." "You'll never get to work at this rate. We better push on and leave Ronald for another day." "You bugger! You'll come back down here tonight and see them at their home. I know you." "I promise I won't. If I don't have a run, we'll see him in his office on Monday. How's that?" "But I want to do it now. Right now I'm hot and can see a ways into the puzzle. I want to get more pieces to work on. Don't you feel how close we are?" "Not close enough. Anything Harrison tells us still won't answer the question of why. Scanlon could have done it and now so could Tony have done it. I still think her ex could have done it, but at least with him I don't have to ask myself why, rather I ask myself why that way. Hell, I only have your assurance that your informant is ...

... reliable. Maybe Harrison himself could have done it." Trudy looks belligerently at him and blurts out, "My informant is an RCMP officer, for your information. Is that reliable enough for you?" Mike grins and says, "I thought if I got you mad enough, you'd tell me." "Oh shit! Drive me home!" She pouts on the far side of the car till they get to Mission. By the time they reach Lake Erock she has calmed and sidles across the seat to sit by him. "I was going to tell you. I just wanted you to think I dug up that juicy bit of news all on my own for a while. He stops by the truck stop occasionally. He's with the Freeway Patrol. I think you've met him. He knows you." "What's his name?" "John." "His last name, you nut?" "Gallegar." "Constable John Gallegar? Hmmmm. Doesn't ring a bell. With the Freeway Patrol, eh?" "Yep." "John, Johnny? Johnny. Freeway officer? Hmmmm. I wonder. Was he ever posted at Mission Detachment in the past? You wouldn't know, I suppose?" "I never heard him say. Oh, isn't that beautiful. Pull in for a minute." Mike pulls into the lookout on Mount Woodside. They are in light mist under a low ceiling of heavy evening cloud that hangs over the valley. Showers cast long shafts of moving shadows across the distant landscape and a sudden brightening of the cloud back near Chilliwack speaks of some lightning activity. A low rumble reaches them sweeping over the far-flung channels of the Fraser River. Trudy shivers and says, "You can hear the distant thunder so clear in a ...