Skip Case (David Dean Mysteries) (Chapter I, page 1 of 20)


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Wednesday, May 5th 7:45A.M.

Detective David Dean sat in the Parkside Pennsylvania Police Headquarters with his feet in his lower desk drawer. He was slowly picking pieces of Styrofoam flotsam from his early morning cup of black coffee. Years from now, when he was comfortably ensconced in his Ouray, Colorado bed and breakfast, he'd often look back on this day as the turning point in his life, but for now it was only the start of yet another five work days.

He had awakened a few moments before the usual time, ordi­narily a good sign, but after rubbing open his eyes, he discovered it was a white day, hazy and sultry, without a speck of blue in the sky. White days weren't supposed to show up until at least July, certainly not in early May. Dean felt cheated, doubly so because yesterday, a comp day off, it had rained as if St. Swithin was ticked off at the world, denying him the pleasure of biking the Pennsylvania countryside. So, when the alarm shrilled its two cents' worth, Dean had cussed the sadist who invented it and fig­ured it wasn't going to be a pleasant Wednesday.

Fellow detectives Tom DeLeo and Andy Sackler, seated across the room, were arguing as usual while the only other occupant, newcomer Detective Lenny Harrigan, was either catching a quick nap or meditating. Harrigan was usually Dean's partner but Dean was content to work alone often, while Harrigan was happy to pick up odd chores the other more senior detectives would toss his way.

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