He's investigating an insurance case that could or could not be murder. He is dealing with a greedy development company and an entrenched mining community. He's brought his love with him, Kerri Wade, but things are not rosy in their relationship.
concerned, his death was accidental. But Barney Rivera wasn’t so sure. What made him skeptical was the fact that Great Western carried a $100,000 double indemnity “key man” policy on Randall’s life and on the lives of the two remaining partners, Martin Treacle and Frank O’Daniel. Insurance companies are always skeptical when a heavily insured party dies under unusual circumstances, especially when his business partners are the beneficiaries. Great Western would save $100,000 if Randall’s death
are blunt instruments in more ways than one, especially among strangers. The address she’d given me was a number on Sky Vista Road; that was a ritzy section up in the hills west of town, the motel clerk told me. I got directions from her and then returned to the room to tell Kerry where I was going. She said, “I hope you don’t make an ass of yourself with her too.” I sighed and went out and got into the car and drove away feeling grumpy. It took me half an hour to find Sky Vista Road and the
something to hide?” “Do you, Mrs. O’Daniel?” She looked a little pale now under her buttery tan. “No,” she said, “I do not,” but the lie was there in her eyes, naked and bright. She got to her feet. “I think you’d better leave now,” she said coldly. “We have nothing more to say to each other.” “Not for the time being, anyway.” I stood up too, and she turned immediately and led me back through the house to the front entrance. She didn’t roll her hips this time; she walked in short, choppy
and a smattering of pity and took him into my agency as a full partner. The partnership had worked out much better than I’d imagined it would. Eb was happy, I was happy, neither of us was starving to death as a result of having to split the profits, and that pirate Sam Crawford was getting his blood booty right on time the first of every month. Everything was just dandy—knock wood. He sighed and ran a hand over the angles and blunt planes of his face. He was a year younger than my fifty-four and
I’d brought along to protect my clothes from soot, I wandered among the debris and used a stick to poke around here and there. It had all been sifted through pretty thoroughly, as Betters had assured me. I hadn’t expected to find anything, and I didn’t. But you never know. It’s easy enough to overlook something in the remains of a fire like this one. I gave it up after a while, took off the trenchcoat and stowed it back in the trunk of my car, and went to cover more old territory: Randall’s