At New Scotland Yard, Laura poked her head around Lombard's door and said, "Remember me?"
"How could I forget?" he said, with an expression that suggested he had only the most painful memories of their last meeting. A slight twinkle in his eye gave her hope that his stern frown was fake.
"May I come in?" she said.
"Do you need to be invited over the threshold?" ( Read more... )
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Not content with sabotage, someone at KWAP has murdered the weatherman, Uncle Tim. They then set up his corpse to fall when the bimbo was doing the weather report. Her reaction was as hysterical as you'd expect. Murphy tried to break down the door she was hiding behind, but she opened it just as he made his attempt. He's now badly hurt his shoulder. I knew Chrissie might be dangerous to him and to Mr Steele.
I let Mr Steele question Amy Fogelson trusting him to be able to deflect any curiosity she may have about his past. I went to find Elliot Walsh, the hero of my youth, in the Golden Lady Ballroom.
I danced with him and finally had a chance to talk to him about what he meant to me. In return, he told me some very interesting information. Chrissie Carstairs was married to Uncle Tim. It's an improbable match, but offers an excellent motive for murder. Chrissie wanted to get rid of her unloved husband before taking a new job in New York.
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Murphy's upset that he always has to talk to the crazy ones. He should be pleased. He's so good with crazy people. I've sent Mr Steele off to do the simple stuff, talking to a sports reporter and I'm going to handle Russell Stewart.
When it comes to time to check out Chrissie Carstairs, I may have to do it. Both Murph and Steele are great, but they share one weakness. Neither is immune to a pretty face and Chrissie is far too pretty. I have a horrible feeling that Murphy would end up enchanted and Steele would end up entangled. For purely professional reasons, I don't want that dumbest of the dumb blondes getting her claws on my Mr Steele!
This could be a mistake. We've been hired to look into sabotage at a TV studio and, to give us a reason to be around the place, I set up an interview. An experienced journalist is going to probe Mr Steele and we just have to hope that Mr Steele is better at concealing the truth than the journalist is at uncovering it.
He's so calm about the whole thing. He believes in himself and I'm never sure if it's justified confidence or insane bravado.
I wouldn't tell anyone this, ever, especially not where he could hear, but sometimes, I quite like the way things are. It's good to finally be able to say to people, "This is Mr Steele." and know he will play the part so well. I see their eyes open wide as they look at him. He impresses. Sometimes, he even impresses me.