Skip Case (David Dean Mysteries) (Chapter VII, page 1 of 19)


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Monday, May 10th, 7:00 A.M.

Sunday was eight hours of listening to Vinnie's uninformative babble, followed by a TV ball game, a couple or three beers and a steak. But if Sunday was peaceful, at least by recent standards, Monday was anything but. The day started with Fred meeting Dean at the breakfast table, a most unusual occurrence. As Dean smeared his whole-wheat toast with a coating of peanut butter, Fred poured the coffee, a sure sign he was looking for a favor.

"I've been thinking," he began. "You may be right about Byrne not showing up at his funeral next week."

"Memorial service," Dean corrected him.

"Yeah, but all the same, if it was you who skipped, wouldn't you be a bit anxious about what was happening? Wouldn't you wonder if everyone was really buying the drowning bit? Now, you can't just call up your best buddy and ask, can you?"

"Not hardly," said Dean, reaching for his coffee.

"So what do you do? I'll tell you what you do. You read the newspaper-not the New York Times-you read the Parkside Sentinel."

"Okay, so what are you getting at?"

"They don't stock the Parkside Sentinel in all the libraries around the country like they do the big city papers."

"So?"

"So, a smart detective would go downtown and ask his old friend Monica Cutler at the Sentinel for a list of out of town people who've ordered the paper to be mailed to 'em. The ones who've signed up over the past few weeks. Smart, huh? Then I'll just check 'em out from here by phone."

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