Skip Case (David Dean Mysteries) (Chapter II, page 2 of 17)


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After a brief wait, Dean was led to the sixteenth-floor cubbyhole of Mr. Edwin Mayer, an incredibly gaunt giant who slumped as if to tell the world he was just as short as the rest of them. He wore an ill-fitting suit and his neck seemed to be untouched by an oversized collar. His high-water trousers exposed black silk socks with little ladders up the sides, held in place with garters, something Dean hadn't seen in decades. But in spite of his uninspiring appearance, Edwin Mayer was fully in command. A half dozen workers whose desks were in sight of their superior all pretended unsuccessfully to act busy while sneaking peeks at the stranger.

"Don't mind those guys," Mayer said after introductions. "They're just interested in Jeff. We all are. Damn shame, isn't it? I didn't get the word until last night-I was out of town. Anything new? He hasn't floated in, has he?"

Dean confirmed there were no developments nor had the body been located. He asked if he might record the interview in addition to taking notes. Mayer readily agreed and Dean produced a hand-held recorder from his briefcase. Dean had used a less intrusive pad and pencil with Cynthia Byrne.

"This whole business is a damn shame," Mayer repeated. "I can't get over it. You just don't know what to say." He paused. "It was kind of a dumb thing for ol' Jeff to do, wasn't it?"

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