Hunting Sweetie Rose : A Mystery (9781429950879) (41 page)

“That wasn't your reason, though.”

“If it ever got out that I'd been involved in a killing when I was a kid, there would be no end to the scandal. He had me; I had him. It was enough.”

A car pulled into the parking lot. An elderly couple came into the diner and took the first booth by the door.

She lowered her voice. “Remember, Mr. Elstrom: Alta came here with a knife.”

“There's a policeman in Chicago, named Plinnit,” I said. “He's putting warrants out on Sweetie Fairbairn for everything he can think of, right down to assaulting me.”

She raised her eyebrows behind the cartoonish red glasses. “Little ol' me?” she asked, forcing a smile.

“The DNA that was found under my fingernails, that partially matches yours? It's enough for some of the warrants. As is a grainy security video from the lobby of the Wilbur Wright, showing you going up to your penthouse, twice, just before I discovered you with Bob Norton's body.”

“Twice?” She shook her head. “The first time had to be Darlene.”

She watched Gus bring menus to the couple in the booth. “I helped take care of his wife when she was dying, years ago. He can alibi me for every minute I need, as can his brothers.”

“Plinnit can play loose with the facts. For now, he's focused only on your apprehension.”

“I know how to travel, Mr. Elstrom.”

I started to ease out of the booth.

She put her hand hard on my wrist. “Mr. Elstrom?” she asked.

“This has to be the best place for pie in four counties, exactly as advertised, though I'll never admit to being here to learn that, should anyone ever ask.”

We walked together, toward the door.

“No sir,” she said, when I stopped at the cash register to peel off some of the last of Leo's money. “In fact…” She went through the swinging door to the back, coming out a couple of minutes later with a box.

“I'm afraid it's all I have to give, now,” she said.

I thanked her and took the box out to the Jeep.

For a time I drove, enjoying the steady sound of the engine, and the dark of the night, and the promise that somehow, my life would sort out once I got back to Rivertown.

And, for a time, I enjoyed glancing down at the white box on the seat beside me, savoring the last mystery of Sweetie Fairbairn. Finally, I could stand it no more. I pulled to the side of the deserted country road and opened the box.

Inside, as I'd expected, was an apple pie.

On top, as I'd hoped, were layered several slices of Velveeta.

I laughed with relief, certain that I could not imagine a more righteous resolution to the day.

Also by Jack Fredrickson

Honestly Dearest, You're Dead

A Safe Place for Dying

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

A THOMAS DUNNE BOOK FOR MINOTAUR BOOKS
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HUNTING SWEETIE ROSE.
Copyright © 2012 by Jack Fredrickson. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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The Library of Congress has cataloged the print version as follows:

Fredrickson, Jack.

Hunting Sweetie Rose : a mystery / Jack Fredrickson.—1st ed.

    p.    cm.

“A Thomas Dunne book”

ISBN 978-0-312-60526-1 (hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-4299-5087-9 (e-book)

1.  Private investigators—Illinois—Chicago—Fiction.   2.  Clowns—Crimes against—Fiction.   3.  Social classes—Fiction.   4.  Chicago (Ill.)—Fiction.   I.  Title.

    PS3606.R437H86 2012

    813'.6—dc22

2011032834

e-ISBN 9781429950879

First Edition: February 2012