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

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 19

... claim thing today, sir." They go up a wide staircase to the second floor and Sam raps on a door. A voice calls, "Come on in." As they enter they find Vincent in boxing shorts beating away at a punching bag hanging from a low platform on one side of the room. He sees Mike and stops, looking enraged. "I thought you said he wouldn't be here for an hour!?" He stomps through a door into what appears to be a bathroom. When he comes out he has his neck brace on, but gives a crooked grin at Mike and takes it off, throwing it on the bed. "So, what do you want?" Mike looks at his father and says, "I think the first order of business is to forget about any claim for whiplash. I was driving by here just after I called and saw you on the tennis court. It was him I saw, wasn't it?" Sam sighs and shrugs, "Your right, young fellow, you caught him cold." Vincent just glares at them. "Sam, I understand your son works for you in your accounts office?" "Yes. He's in charge of our accounts office. He does a good job, too. He should after what I paid for his education. He's a good boy." Mike puts his briefcase down on a low table and takes out a file. He glances at it and says, "His education was expensive in more ways that one. I see you had to clear up some gambling debts." Vincent explodes, "That was supposed to be confidential! Where the hell did you get that?" He comes at Mike and puts his face close to Mike's. Mike looks around him at Sam and says, "Does he still have a gambling problem?" ...

... Vincent rounds on his father. "Get out of here, old man!" He turns back to Mike. "That's none of your damn business! When do I get my fucking money for the car?" Sam comes between them and says, "Vincent, calm down. That's no way to talk to someone. He hasn't said you've done anything wrong." Mike speaks up, "Sorry, Sam. That comes next. I'm calling in the auditors this coming week. Your son has been skimming to pay off gambling debts. Your company's accounts are short eighteen grand. If your son could get the thirty six grand for his sports car from ICBC he could have put it back in and had money to gamble with." Sam turns and looks at his son who has turned his back and crossed the room. "Is that right, son? Answer me!" His son says nothing. Mike goes on. "Vincent. If you cooperate and help us catch Iilya and his cronies, we may be able to get charges lightened against you. You know how it works, Sam. We really want to catch the crooks who set up the phony car crash. Your son didn't have an accident. It was set up, but he can be charged with collusion in the crime and attempting to defraud ICBC. Talk him into cooperating. It will be better for him. Here's the officer he should talk to. I'll put his name and number on the back of my card. Sam walks downstairs with Mike. He looks downhearted. "Ever since my wife died while he was in college, I've had nothing but trouble with him. I don't understand it. I bought him that car because he wanted it and I thought he was doing so ...