Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 19

First some blatant advertising. I wrote most of this eight book series in the early 2000s. Publishers found it too racy for them to handle so I sought out an online publisher. You see, I already had built up an online fan base of a few hundred readers, so I came across the German publisher, BookRix. They were expanding into a worldwide market of online books with assorted authors and welcomed eroticism as a genre. With them I have done moderately well since they make my books available through Amazon, Apple iBookstore, Beam, Google, Libri, Thailia and other lesser known online book stores. So if you like what I write you will find my series under Mike Claymore Mystery series at the above web sites. Without further ado, here's Mike... CHAPTER NINETEEN 5TH SATURDAY It's an overcast morning as Mike calls Mr. Clive Reynolds. He explains he's investigating the auto accident in which Mr. Reynolds was involved for ICBC. He asks if he might come around and have a word with him. Mike drives to an area of new luxury homes built on the mountainside near the clay mines. He pulls in a long drive and proceeds past gates, lawns and shrubbery to a large stylish home. Two Dalmatians frolicking and playing in the yard near the house greet him. A tall balding man of about forty comes out to meet him. "You must be Mr. Claymore. I'm Clive Reynolds, but everyone calls me CJ. Please come around on the terrace. It's covered and so much more comfortable." "I'll try not to take too much of your ...

... time. It does feel like rain, this morning." "Yes. A certain chill in the air. Please make yourself comfortable." He has a tall pole with a cap and radiant gas heater operating near the patio table. "Would you care for a drink?" "No, I don't think so." Mike puts his briefcase on the table and opens it as he says, "You certainly have a beautiful home and grounds here. I wish I could afford something like this. It must have cost a fortune to complete." "Well, It has cost a bit, but I have a thriving business and my good fortune was to have a large sum left to me by my mother. I think she would be pleased to see how I've put it to good use. "Indeed. As a matter of fact I have a confidential report here of your financial position and I find your company has reported heavy losses for the last three years. You must be hiding your good fortune well, perhaps from the tax man?" "Well, your sources must be reporting to you incorrectly. I certainly would dispute any such claim." "Yes. I suppose you would. I'm not so sure about your creditors, though. Did your major supporter, the Bank of Canada, not turn you down for a loan two months ago? I believe they have put you on notice that your loans could be called on thirty days. I also see in this report that two of your suppliers have cut you off, due to none payment. Not at all the rosy picture you first portrayed for me, is it?" "I categorically deny any such dealings. I'm flabbergasted! Such lies! They make me sound like a man desperate for ...