Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 05 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 05

... the complaint. I can't press charges. He'll kill me!" She hastens to add, "Not really kill me but he would be real mad." "Miss Mathers, if you had taken the time to inspect my I.D. you would realize I am not with the police department. I am a private investigator investigating the death of Robert's ex wife. I presume you have read about it?" "She's dead? Bob said she wouldn't be bugging him any more so I guess that's what he meant. I didn't know. What happened to her?" "Miss Mathers, may I call you Marie, do you know where Bob was a week ago last night? After midnight is when I'm interested in." "That was Thursday. He worked until midnight and was home by about one, I guess. He usually doesn't drink when he has to work evenings so he comes right home." "Haven't the police spoken with you yet?" "I've been away for a few days and only got back last night. Last Sunday we had a bad day and I left. I hid out at a friend’s but he had to go to work and I couldn't stay there. He works in a logging camp and doesn't have hydro or a phone in his cabin in Squamish. When I came home Bob did this to me." She lifts her blouse and he sees deep welts across her ribs. "And the eye?" "Yes." "Go to a shelter." "He'd only find me again. I already tried that." "Your sure he came right home a week ago Thursday, are you?" "Yes, I remember now he was in a pretty good mood when he arrived before I expected him by about ten minutes and promised me a trip to my Mom's in Truro. Then he took me in the ...

... bed and made what he calls ‘love’. I suppose he promised me the trip so he could have his way. I remember all right." "What time did he arrive home then?" "About ten to one." "And he didn't leave again that night?" "No. He rolled over after he used me and started snoring. I lay awake for hours listening to him. I guess something terrible must have happened to his ex wife, eh? With all these questions and all." "She was raped and murdered last Thursday night sometime after midnight, but you seem to clear Bob of the charge. I guess it wasn't him. You come from Nova Scotia, eh? I heard you were from Prince Edward Island." "I lived in Summerside for a while when I went with an airman, but my folks are in Truro. That's where I grew up." "You seem awfully young to have gone through the troubles you have. How old are you?" "Nineteen. I came to B.C. when I turned eighteen and that's when I met Bob. He seemed so nice then." "Sadly enough, people aren't always what they seem. I wish I could help you. A women's shelter is the only thing I can suggest. I'll take you to one if you want." She shudders and says, "No, please, just don't tell anyone I talked to you. If Bob finds out he will be furious." Reluctantly Mike prepares to leave and says, "You can expect the police to question you in the near future. Bob will need you to tell them where he was the night of the murder. Maybe you can use that to keep him in line for a while. You’re his alibi. Take care of yourself now." He lets himself ...