Sue Grafton Kinsey Millhone Mysteries (A-F) by Sue Grafton

Sue Grafton Kinsey Millhone Mysteries (A-F) by Sue Grafton

Author:Sue Grafton [Grafton, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Women Sleuths, Private Investigators, Mystery & Detective, Thriller & Suspense, United States, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Hard-Boiled
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00


By the time I reached my place, Henry was nowhere in sight. I pulled the envelope out of my waistband and knocked on his back door. He opened it. I held the envelope up and he took it, glancing at the contents. He gave me a searching look, but I didn’t explain how I’d come by it and he didn’t ask.

“Thank you.”

“We’ll talk later,” I said, and he closed the door again, but not before I caught a glimpse of his kitchen counter. He had gotten out the sugar canister and a new blue-and-white sack of flour, turning to the activity he knew best while he worked through his pain. I felt awful for him but I had to let him sort it out for himself. God, it was all so unpleasant. In the meantime, I had to get back to work.

I let myself into my apartment and got out the telephone book, looking for Kelly Borden. If Bobby’d been searching for the gun out at the old county building, I wanted to have a crack at it too and I thought maybe Kelly could tell me where to start. No sign of him in the telephone book. I tried to find the number for the former medical facility, but there wasn’t a listing for it and the information operator was being obtuse, pretending she had no idea what I was talking about. If he worked a seven-to-three shift, he’d be gone anyway. Shit. I looked up the number of Santa Teresa Hospital and put a call in to Dr. Fraker. His secretary, Marcy, told me he was “away from his desk” (meaning in the men’s room), but would be back shortly. I told her I needed to talk to Kelly Borden and asked for his address and telephone number.

“Gee, I don’t know,” she said. “Dr. Fraker probably wouldn’t mind my giving you the information, but I’m not really supposed to do it without his O.K.”

“Look, I’ve got some errands to run anyway so why don’t I stop by. It’ll take me ten minutes,” I said. “Just make sure he doesn’t leave work before I get there.”

I drove over to St. Terry’s. Parking turned out to be a trick and I had to leave my car three blocks away, which was okay with me because I had to stop at a drugstore. I went in through the back entrance, following varicolored lines on the floor, as though on my way to Oz. Finally, I reached a set of elevators and took one down to the basement.

By the time I reached Pathology, Dr. Fraker was off again, but Marcy had told him I was coming and he’d instructed her to forward me, like a piece of mail. I trailed after her through the lab and finally came across him in surgical greens, standing at a stainless-steel counter with a sink, disposal, and hanging scales. He was apparently about to launch into some procedure and I was sorry I had to interrupt.

“I really didn’t mean to disturb you,” I said.


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