Thursday, September 28, 2006
New Beginning 129
Graham Maeda, homicide detective, first grade, already regretted that his partner caught the call that sent them to Lockerbie Square. He hated Lockerbie Square. It was part of the downtown Indianapolis revitalization project, sending all sorts--moody artistic types, pretentious liberals, and, to be politically correct, those of an alternate lifestyle--buying up old homes and rehabilitating them.
"How bad do you think it'll be?" Cantrel asked.
"Bad enough. Someone's dead."
"But you said the vic had multiple stab wounds."
"Let's wait and see the scene first." Maeda hoped that would quell his partner's incessant need to chatter. To say Cantrel was anxious may be an understatement: he'd only recently transferred to homicide and, after being carried for a few cases, this was only his second as primary. Maeda stared out the window, marshaling his thoughts.
Cantrel glanced at his notebook. "He was some kind of artist."
"Pretty successful, by all accounts. They found him in the bedroom."
"Living room." Maeda signalled and steered the car left across a line of traffic.
"Well, it was a frenzied attack. Stabbed to death with a carving knife and then beaten with a blunt instrument."
"Fruit knife." Maeda's knuckles whitened as he gripped the wheel. "And a skillet."
"He'd just moved in. Apparently he outbid the next buyer by more than ten thousand dollars."
"Twelve thousand, four hundred. Cash. The bastard." Maeda stared at the road ahead as Cantrel fell silent.
Opening: MB.....Continuation: ril
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