Free Rose Pressey - Chase Charley 02 - Seems Like Old Crimes by Rose Pressey

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    “Apparently he owned a voodoo tour,” I said. “I guess he ran the place with his wife.”
    “Really? What’s the name of the place?” Courtney said with interest.
    “Have you heard of French Quarter After Dark?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know anything else about the tour. You say he was the owner?”
    “Yes, with his wife,” I said. 
    “That is interesting,” Courtney said. “I can try to find out more for you.”
    “That would be terrific. Thank you.”
    “That’s what I’m here for.” I knew by her voice that she had a huge smile on her face. “I’ll call you later,” she said.
    “Talk to you later,” I said.
    As much as I wanted to look into the murder more, I knew that I had to do at least a little work. Oscar wouldn’t tolerate my inability to multitask. Even if he had told me to find out about the murder, I knew he meant find out more while doing your other work too.
    I had been working on the case of a car salesman who had scammed people out of a lot of money. I had more phone calls to make for that assignment, so that I could set up more interviews. Just the other day I’d had a confrontation with the man, and it was highly possible I was about to have another one. Obviously he didn’t consider me a friend.
    As I sat at my desk, I felt eyes on me. When I glanced over, I spotted Oscar motioning toward me from his office doorway. Twice in one day? Now that was a rarity. I’d really outdone myself this time.
    “Looks like you’re wanted again,” Ruth said in a mocking tone from her cubicle across from mine.
    I wouldn’t even bother to respond to her snarky comment. I was surprised that Oscar was calling me into his office for a second time. In fact, it made me more than a little nervous. I released a deep breath, pushed to my feet, and marched over to his office with my head held high. There was no need to let this meeting get to me.
    When I reached the door, Oscar gestured for me to enter. I pushed the door opened and stepped into the room.
    Without being told, I took my usual spot at the leather chair in front of his desk. I crossed my legs and folded my hands in my lap. Oscar’s mouth twisted up at one corner. That was about as close to a smile as I’d ever seen from him.
    “So, have you found out anything else about this case?” He sounded as excited as a kid who had just heard the ice cream truck.
    I stared at him for a moment. It had only been a few hours. I couldn’t believe how interested he was in this case. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lot of new information for him since I’d been no further than my desk. Apparently, he was going to be disappointed with that.
    I cleared my throat. “Well, I talked with the deceased’s wife. My cousin may be able to get information for me.”
    Oscar’s mouth turned down at the corners. “That’s not much.”
    “She probably knows who murdered the man.”
    “Seriously?” Oscar asked.
    I frowned. “No, not seriously.”
    “Don’t play games with me, Charley.” He wiggled his stubby index finger at me.
    “I’m still looking into a few other things.” I eyed him suspiciously.
    “Would you be interested in filming some of things that happen with the case?” he asked. “In case it’s solved we would have great footage for the news.”
    Now I knew why he was so interested.
    I knew better than to tell him no right away, so I said, “I suppose I can give an interview on what I’m doing.”
    He stared for a moment. “Okay then, I’ll set something up.” He reached in his desk drawer and pulled out some papers and then handed them to me. “Here, I forgot to give these to you earlier. Letters from your fans. Just be careful when you’re out and about. There are so many crazy people out there.”
    “Oscar, are you seriously worried about me? That is so sweet.” I clutched my chest.
    He waved his hand, telling me to get out of his office. It looked as if Oscar didn’t hate me after