Bulldog (Dev Haskell - Private Investigator Book 9) (2 page)

“Sounds like you’ve already backed off without even taking a look,” Dennis said.

“Denny, come on, man,” Tommy said.

“No, it’s okay, he’s right, that is what it sounds like, but I do this for a living, and I have for some time. I know for a fact whatever I do, won’t help. Whatever any of us do, unless it’s passing on information, is just going to muddy the water and at best slow down the job the cops have to do. At worst it could quite possibly screw things up to the point where they don’t catch the bastard. I don’t want that on my conscience. I want to see whoever is responsible get nailed.”

“You any good at taping sheetrock?” Dennis asked changing the subject.

“No, but I can paint ceilings and walls. You get that sheetrock up, you call me and I’ll help you get this place on the market.”

“Deal, you need another beer?” Tommy said and opened the refrigerator.

“No thanks, fellas, I got some things I have to get accomplished today. I better find Casey and say my goodbyes. Here,” I said and pulled a business card out of my wallet. “Give me a call and I’ll help you paint this place.”

“Thanks, we’ll do that. Nice to meet you, Dev,” Tommy said.

“Thanks,” Dennis called as I headed for the front of the house.

“You dipshit, what did you say that shit for?” Tommy said as I left the room. I walked beyond earshot and never heard the reply.

Chapter Four

It was a couple
of nights later. I was in The Spot sitting with Louie talking about everything and nothing. I share an office with Louie, and he pretends to be my attorney from time to time. Actually he’s a pretty good guy and has gotten me out of more than a couple of jams. It was obvious, and I appreciated the fact, that Louie had steered away from any mention of Dermot or Casey Gallagher.

“Mike, maybe just one more round,” Louie said, then waved his index finger in a sort of circle to signal the same again.

“You clowns said that about two hours ago, and you’re still here.”

“Lucky you,” Louie said.

My phone rang. I could only hope it was Heidi in need of some of my
special
attention.

“Haskell Investigations.”

“Dev?”

“You got me.”

“Dev, it’s Casey. Hey, sorry to bother you, but I’m at the house packing some things up and this car has been going around the block, slowing down in front of the house, then going through the alley checking the back of the house. It’s really freaking me out.”

“Did you call the cops, call 911?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t seem too impressed. They said they’d send a squad car over, but it wasn’t a high priority. Something about concert traffic downtown and stuff. It’s just really freakin’ me out and, oh shit, there he is again. It’s this sinister looking black thing, I don’t know maybe I’m just losing it. No answer at either one of my brothers so I’m calling you.”

“You just stay there, make sure your doors are locked and stay away from the windows. Okay?”

“Oh God, I’m sorry to be such a pain.”

“It’s not a problem, we’re on our way. You just stay put we’re maybe five minutes out.”

“Thanks, Dev.”

I hung up the phone and said, “Come on, I gotta go to Casey’s”

“I just ordered a round,” Louie said.

“Mike, hang onto those drinks, we’ll be back for them,” I said then pulled Louie off his stool and out the door. My Saturn was parked almost in front. “Get in the back seat,” I called to Louie as I hurried around the side.

“What?”

“That passenger side door isn’t fixed yet so it’s tied shut.”

“Tied shut?”

“Just get in,” I said and slid behind the wheel. The starter groaned and cranked for a long moment then fired up just as Louie got in. I pulled away from the curb before he had the door closed.

“Jesus Christ, what is this, NASCAR?”

“Better buckle up,” I said and floored the thing down Victoria heading for 35E.

“You’re gonna get stopped,” Louie said from the back seat and I heard his seat belt click.

“They try and stop me, they can just follow me to Casey’s, too busy with a concert to see what’s going on, God.”

We made it to the 35E entrance in record time, the entrance ramp is up a slight incline and the speed limit on this section of interstate through town is posted at just forty-five miles per hour. I screeched around the corner onto the entrance ramp then accelerated, we were doing sixty-five and climbing as we shot onto the interstate.

“Dev, come on, another two minutes isn’t going to make a difference.”

“Hey, some jack-off shot Dermot last week when he opened the door. No one has done a damn thing about it except say how unfortunate it was. Now someone’s circling the place and the cops can’t be bothered because there’s too many folks trying to get to a concert or some bullshit. I’ll take my chances speeding, but you better hope whoever is freaking her out has left by the time we get there.”

We took the Grand Ave exit off the interstate. The light was red where the exit runs into Ramsey. I slowed just enough to check for oncoming traffic, then ran the light with a left hand turn and stomped on the accelerator heading up Ramsey Hill.

Louie had enough sense not to say anything.

Casey and Dermot’s home was on Holly Ave. It’s a quiet residential street of Victorian homes built close together. The street is edged with granite curb stones and narrow enough that parking is allowed on only one side. I zipped around the corner onto Holly, then pulled to a stop in front of Casey’s place a few seconds later. I grabbed the .38 snub out of the glove compartment. It only held five rounds, but it was all I had at the moment.

I was halfway to the front door, just about to take the front steps two at a time before Louie even opened the car door. There was a picture window in the front of the house with a building permit taped to the glass. A stained glass window in a grape leaf design sat above that. I rang the doorbell then remembered it didn’t work and pounded on the door. It looked like Casey had turned on every light in the house. A high pitched voice answered from behind the door a moment later. “Who is it?”

“Casey, it’s Dev, open up.”

A lock snapped, the heavy door swung open and Casey stood there wide-eyed. “Oh God, I’m glad to see you. Thanks for coming,” she said then saw the .38 in my hand and her eyes grew wider. “Did you shoot him?”

“I haven’t seen anyone yet,” I said.

She looked past my shoulder and suddenly gave a long, “Oh…”

I turned to see Louie waddling up the front sidewalk. “It’s okay, he’s with me. Casey, this is Louie Laufen, Louie, Casey Gallagher.”

“Hi,” Casey sort of mumbled.

“Nice to meet ya,” Louie said sounding out of breath.

“Louie, wait inside with Casey. I’m going to walk around the house, then maybe do a quick drive around the block. Have you seen anyone since we talked?”

Casey shook her head no.

Louie groaned his way up the four front steps. The porch floor creaked with his weight as he walked past me toward Casey and the front door.

“I’ll see you two in a couple of minutes,” I said and made my way around the back of the house.

I had no idea what I was looking for and there was at least a fifty-fifty chance there wasn’t anything
to
look for. Maybe it was just someone looking for an address or a neighbor out for a short drive. Casey had recently been through a traumatic experience and it wasn’t that far fetched to say she could be imagining things.

Her garage was locked. All the first floor windows on the house seemed to be secure, the back door was locked. The gate leading out to the alley was closed, an expensive gas grill was still on the deck and the umbrella was still in the glass-topped picnic table. Things appeared to be pretty much in order.

Chapter Five

“I’m sorry I acted
like such a baby,” Casey said.

Louie and I were sipping Jameson in her den. Casey was nursing a cup of chamomile tea. The room had ten-foot ceilings and wide molding painted white around the windows and sliding panel doors. The fire place had a white marble mantel with a large gilt mirror on the wall above it. Green-glazed Victorian fireplace tiles rested in three cardboard boxes on the granite hearth. Casey caught me staring at the tiles.

“They were loose and some had fallen off so we pulled them all off when we had the chimney relined. We were going to reset them this winter, or maybe the next,” she said absently.

“Describe this car to me that was driving around,” I said.

“Well, I saw it out the upstairs window. I’m bringing more clothes back to Tommy’s, so I was upstairs in the master bedroom packing them,” she said then nodded toward a half dozen boxes stacked near the front door. “At first I didn’t pay any attention, but then probably the third time I saw it drive by it frightened me. It’s was dark blue or black, probably black, kinda low slung like and it’s all black, even the wheels and the rims. It was evil looking and like I said, it just freaked me out.”

“And it slowed down in front of your house?” I asked.

“Yeah, more than slowed down it almost came to a complete stop like it was looking for something, I don’t know maybe checking out our address. Then it would go around the block. I don’t know why, but after a bunch of times I went into the back bedroom upstairs. I left the light off and a moment later there he was doing the same thing at the back of the house, just sort of sat there looking at the place, then it slowly drove off. Maybe five minutes later the thing was back out there in front of the house.” She nodded out toward the street. “Whoever it was, they were definitely checking this place out. That’s when I went around and turned on all the lights. I wanted them to think this place was really crowded like we were having a party or something.”

“You’re thinking of selling this, right?” I asked.

“There’s no thinking about it. I just want to be rid of it. I can’t stand to…” her voice trailed off and she sat there with her eyes tearing up biting her lip and trying not to cry.

I waited a long moment before I spoke.

“Maybe it was someone who heard you were going to put this on the market and was just driving past to check it out.”

“Maybe, but I haven’t even talked with a realtor yet.”

That slimmed down the possibility, but I said, “Yeah, but I knew and maybe a couple other folks. Could be one of your brothers mentioned it and someone was just taking a look.”

“Could be it was someone who was just curious,” Louie said. “I think the address was in the news, you know, after.…”

“It just really made me feel uncomfortable. What if they come back when I’m not here and do something like burn the place down? After what’s happened, I mean they could do anything, right?”

“I think that’s highly unlikely,” Louie said.

“After what’s already happened, this town is full of crazies. God, that’s all I need is some idiot burning the house down. I just can’t seem to catch a break.”

“Tell you what, how about if we help you load that stuff in the car,” I nodded toward the boxes stacked by the front door. “Then you give Louie a ride back to his car and if it will make you feel any better, I’ll stay here.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Dev.” But she said it in a way that wasn’t leaving me very much wiggle room.

“Not a problem, it would be my pleasure.”

“You sure? I mean, maybe I’m just being neurotic or something.”

“No, in fact the more I think about it, the more it sounds like a good idea. I want to do it, please.”

“You’re sure?” she said and sort of shrugged her shoulders

“Yeah, I insist, come on, let’s get you loaded up.”

“Okay,” and suddenly Casey was on her feet and all smiles.

Damn it.

Chapter Six

On her way out
the door Casey had told me to help myself to anything I could find. I was on my second beer with a bowl of chicken wings and some sort of dip and fancy crackers left over from Dermot’s funeral. I had everything spread out on the coffee table. The Big Lebowski was playing on the flat screen and I was stretched out on the leather couch. The movie was just at the point where the Dude was in the bath tub smoking a joint while listening to whale sounds, when I heard something toward the back of the house.

Once Casey and Louie finally left I’d gone through the house and turned off most of the lights. I was flaked out on the couch in the den where I planned to sleep and just had a table lamp on for light. I heard the noise again, put the movie on pause, grabbed the .38 and walked out of the den, through the dining room and into the kitchen. There was a small room off the back of the kitchen that served as the laundry room, but the back door was actually off a small porch on the side of the kitchen.

I stood there in the dark leaning against the kitchen sink waiting and looking at the wall across the room. I moved my eyes back and forth between two windows across from where I stood. The windows were maybe six feet apart and about five feet tall. From the outside of the house a person could stand on the little porch where the windows were and really not be seen.