Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 09 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 09

... for a bite of early lunch. After lunch when they're back on the road for Calgary, Mike asks, "Did you get an address for the Harrison’s?" "Yep. Let me dig out my paperwork." She reaches back into the sleeper and kneels beside him on the console. "Ronald and Rita Harrison, 361 Larkin Ave., it's out near Glen Park and the Coquitlam Center in POCO. Nice houses in that area. He must be a fairly successful Realtor or else his wife has a topnotch job. It's quiet but close to all the amenities." "I don't suppose you have any idea why his name would be in Flo's address book?" "I've been thinking about that. Of course there are many ways, but most logical was they met at a private party or hired her to appear at some private due. They may have just hired her as a third party for a threesome. You plan to interview them? I'd like to come along. Kinky people interest me." "That why you hang out with me?" "Of course." They laugh. "When we get back I just may ask you to accompany me on some interviews. I have to get to work on this case quickly now that the police are raising so many obstacles. Can I get a copy of your schedule?" "I'll get it for you when we get back." "How did you make out with Vanuetche and Scanlon?" "Got addresses and some dirt on both." She looks at her paperwork. "Anton Vanuetche, called Tony by most friends, lives alone in his deceased mother's house. It's not transferred to him yet; it's at 787 Wilson Ave., its down near the west end and backs on the river and ...

... Reeve Street Park. It's an older part of town with small older bungalows. You know he's involved with drug trafficking, eh?" "Tony?" "I don't know to what extent, but he has many nighttime visitors and often stops in Vancouver in the Vietnamese drug gangs' territory when he's supposed to be making deliveries for CPX." "Are you sure?" “Yep.” "How do you find something like that about a person?" "My secret. You would have found it out on your own, given time. I know you've been busy; two women almost next door to each other. It's a wonder you can keep up?" "That isn't all I do." "You got more of them?" "Oh shush. You know what I mean." They have passed Field and are nearing Lake Louise. Trudy goes on, "Scanlon. Now that was the tough one. You know he maintains about three different addresses. As near as I can figure he keeps women at those addresses for hire. His stable of call girls. He may appear to be a cab driver to you, but in reality he's a pimp. "Suppose they had a falling out? Maybe she wasn't telling him about some of her tricks or she was telling the other girls they didn't need him. In general causing trouble in the crib. Do you think he would resort to murder? What's his sexual preference?" "Definitely hetro." "Anything kinky?" "He's a pimp! What more do you want?" "Why would he go to such lengths to make it appear a sex crime if he's involved in the sex trade? To warn the other girls? It doesn't make sense. The finger of suspicion would point right at him. Still, if he ...