Two O'Clock Heist: A Rebecca Mayfield Mystery (The Rebecca Mayfield Mysteries Book 2) by Joanne Pence Page B
Authors: Joanne Pence
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Baranski?”
He held up his hand. “Stop right there. Everything about Mr. Baranski is confidential, Inspector.”
“Oh, but I—”
“I will not discuss him! ”
Richie coughed.
Rebecca glanced towards him, and he gave a small shake of the head. “Well, I can see your point,” she said sweetly to Wong. “Perhaps another time.”
“Perhaps,” Wong mumbled, although his expression said “Cold day in Hell.”
“Thank you for your time.” She and Richie stood to leave. “If you find out anything more, would you give me a call?” She handed him her card.
He tossed it onto his desk as if it were trash. “I don’t know that I’ll have time to call you, but feel free to check in with me whenever you wish.”
“Thanks”—Rebecca turned towards the door—“for nothing.”
o0o
From the police department, Rebecca and Richie went to Gate 6. Since Wong refused to help, she would question Karen’s neighbors herself.
“I take it you don’t trust Wong,” she said to Richie as she drove.
“Something’s not right,” he replied. “I’m not sure what yet.”
She agreed.
On Gate 6, she and Richie went from houseboat to houseboat. She would show her badge, while Richie stood back and smiled. No one questioned either her authority or who he was.
She learned quite a bit.
Karen and Yuri had been having troubles for some time after the baby was born. Most of their fights had to do with money, particularly, Yuri’s lack of it.
Everyone heard them fighting on the afternoon of the day she was killed. She demanded Yuri leave the houseboat, to take his things and leave her and Nina alone. She screamed that she never wanted to see him again.
Yuri yelled back that he would never give up his child—that she had better not even think about keeping Nina from him if she knew what was good for her.
Karen said he’d take the child over her dead body, that she couldn’t trust him. He kept making promises, and he never kept any of them. She said she gave up everything for him, and she got no thanks for it.
The fourth houseboat they visited belonged to the man who found Karen’s body. He and his wife had heard the fight with Yuri, and much later heard strange sounds coming from the boat. They ignored them, but around one a.m., the wife woke her husband. She noticed the lights on throughout the houseboat, including the baby’s room. That never happened. She insisted her husband go over and check on Karen.
He found the door unlocked, and walked inside, then phoned the police.
“If Karen kicked Yuri out in the afternoon,” Rebecca said, “and later, when Karen was found, the child wasn’t with her, then Yuri must have come back and taken her. But it sounds as if Karen would never have let him do that if she were alive.”
“That’s what my wife and I are thinking,” the neighbor said. His wife quietly stood beside him and nodded. He glanced at her. “I hate to say it, but we’re thinking Yuri probably killed her and took Nina.”
“But at the same time,” the wife finally spoke up, “we also know he loved his family. They fought, but they loved each other. So it’s hard to believe he would have killed her.” The woman shuddered.
Rebecca had seen more than one supposedly loving couple end up with one killing the other. The one time she took a bullet she had been a patrol cop dealing with a domestic dispute. “Did you give this same information to the police?” she asked.
“Yes, to Detective Wong,” the husband said.
“Only Wong? Not Officer Grimes or the Marin County detective?”
“We only spoke with Detective Wong,” the wife said adamantly. “He’s going to be our police chief someday. Everyone knows the current chief plans to retire before the year ends.”
“So, you trust Wong to do a good job?” Rebecca asked.
“Of course. He’s been a part of Sausalito’s police force for twenty years. He’s especially popular since he ‘came out’ with his marriage. It was a very
He held up his hand. “Stop right there. Everything about Mr. Baranski is confidential, Inspector.”
“Oh, but I—”
“I will not discuss him! ”
Richie coughed.
Rebecca glanced towards him, and he gave a small shake of the head. “Well, I can see your point,” she said sweetly to Wong. “Perhaps another time.”
“Perhaps,” Wong mumbled, although his expression said “Cold day in Hell.”
“Thank you for your time.” She and Richie stood to leave. “If you find out anything more, would you give me a call?” She handed him her card.
He tossed it onto his desk as if it were trash. “I don’t know that I’ll have time to call you, but feel free to check in with me whenever you wish.”
“Thanks”—Rebecca turned towards the door—“for nothing.”
o0o
From the police department, Rebecca and Richie went to Gate 6. Since Wong refused to help, she would question Karen’s neighbors herself.
“I take it you don’t trust Wong,” she said to Richie as she drove.
“Something’s not right,” he replied. “I’m not sure what yet.”
She agreed.
On Gate 6, she and Richie went from houseboat to houseboat. She would show her badge, while Richie stood back and smiled. No one questioned either her authority or who he was.
She learned quite a bit.
Karen and Yuri had been having troubles for some time after the baby was born. Most of their fights had to do with money, particularly, Yuri’s lack of it.
Everyone heard them fighting on the afternoon of the day she was killed. She demanded Yuri leave the houseboat, to take his things and leave her and Nina alone. She screamed that she never wanted to see him again.
Yuri yelled back that he would never give up his child—that she had better not even think about keeping Nina from him if she knew what was good for her.
Karen said he’d take the child over her dead body, that she couldn’t trust him. He kept making promises, and he never kept any of them. She said she gave up everything for him, and she got no thanks for it.
The fourth houseboat they visited belonged to the man who found Karen’s body. He and his wife had heard the fight with Yuri, and much later heard strange sounds coming from the boat. They ignored them, but around one a.m., the wife woke her husband. She noticed the lights on throughout the houseboat, including the baby’s room. That never happened. She insisted her husband go over and check on Karen.
He found the door unlocked, and walked inside, then phoned the police.
“If Karen kicked Yuri out in the afternoon,” Rebecca said, “and later, when Karen was found, the child wasn’t with her, then Yuri must have come back and taken her. But it sounds as if Karen would never have let him do that if she were alive.”
“That’s what my wife and I are thinking,” the neighbor said. His wife quietly stood beside him and nodded. He glanced at her. “I hate to say it, but we’re thinking Yuri probably killed her and took Nina.”
“But at the same time,” the wife finally spoke up, “we also know he loved his family. They fought, but they loved each other. So it’s hard to believe he would have killed her.” The woman shuddered.
Rebecca had seen more than one supposedly loving couple end up with one killing the other. The one time she took a bullet she had been a patrol cop dealing with a domestic dispute. “Did you give this same information to the police?” she asked.
“Yes, to Detective Wong,” the husband said.
“Only Wong? Not Officer Grimes or the Marin County detective?”
“We only spoke with Detective Wong,” the wife said adamantly. “He’s going to be our police chief someday. Everyone knows the current chief plans to retire before the year ends.”
“So, you trust Wong to do a good job?” Rebecca asked.
“Of course. He’s been a part of Sausalito’s police force for twenty years. He’s especially popular since he ‘came out’ with his marriage. It was a very
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