Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 10

... room. "Hey Mike, long time no see? How you been?" "I been trying to locate you for a week. Wanted to ask you about that gal that got killed. You went out with her a few times, I heard. Sorry she died." "Yeah, that was tragic: and Ray, of all people! Who ever would have guessed it?" "Yeah, that's hard to believe too, isn't it? If you don't mind my asking, what was she like? I never met her." "Oh, she was just a girl, nothing out of the ordinary. I took her out twice. Met her at The Gardens. She worked there, you know." "Yeah, I heard. Suppose the cops wanted to ask you and anyone else that knew her, a lot of questions. They bug you much?" "Naw, they only questioned me for a half hour and I haven't heard from them since." "You must have had a good alibi, I guess." "Yeah, I did." "I don't believe Ray did it. How about helping me clear his name? You know which locker is his?" "Sure, it's next to mine. I'll show you. What do you expect to find there?" "Won't know until I take a look." "Come on then." They go across to the washrooms and lockers. Tony points to one without a padlock, a bent nail holds the hasp closed. "Tony, doesn't Ray have a lock for his?" "Never has had since I remember. Always used that nail." Mike opens the locker and inspects the interior. Two dirty work socks litter the floor, some magazines on trucking are on the shelf and a razor. There's also a hard hat and some earplugs. Hanging from a peg at the back of the locker is a yellow pair of rubberized pants ...

... with heavy suspenders. He pulls them out and checks for pockets. There are none. "Wonder where his waterproof top is? He must have been using it when he washed the truck that night. Guess I'll check his tractor." "What's the diff? What will that prove?" "It will help substantiate his story of what he was doing that night. Might improve his credibility. Do you know if he's been back to work yet?" "He was back yesterday, but they didn't let him go out. He was laid off and sent home, I guess." "Did he go to his truck?" "Nope. He came straight in to the coffee room from his car then up to the office." "Thanks, Tony, I'm going to check his truck. You got a set of Mac keys on you?" "Yeah, I got mine. Want to borrow them?" "Yeah. Thanks Tony, I'll bring them back when I'm done. If I can't find you, do you want me to slip them through the grill on the front of your locker? Which one?" "It's this one next to Ray's but I'll still be here. The local drivers have a meeting with the wheels later. That's what we're waiting for." "Okay. I’ll see you later." Mike goes out and can see the yellow material before he opens the cab. It’s on a hanger behind the seat. The cab is as neat as a pin. He checks the glove box and finds the paperwork for the tractor and a city map. There's also a box of Kleenex and a flashlight. Under the seat is a rag that has been used to clean the dipstick when checking oil. That's all he can find. He checks inside the Kleenex box. Just tissues. He looks behind the visors ...