The Edge Of Murder
A Hank Reed Mystery, Book 3
Fred Lichtenberg
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Before You Go…
Bridge to Murder
Acknowledgments
Also by Fred Lichtenberg
About the Author
To my wife Sonia, with love and affection.
One
Nick Ross’s life sucked.
Recent tragedies made it almost impossible for him to function as a psychologist. As far as his personal life, Nick was equally at a loss, drowning in his own misery.
Until last night.
Last night may very well have been the turning point in starting a healthy relationship. Nick sat at the base of his bed, his eyes closed, reliving the night before. There had been plenty of ‘nights before,’ but this one felt genuine, like it had a future.
It began when he’d decided to go to Courtney’s, a popular haunt in downtown Fort Lauderdale, near the riverfront, about a half-mile from his condo. He wouldn’t normally venture there on a Saturday night because of the loud music with crowds and couples—he’d be alone. What would people think of a guy sitting alone in a bar on a weekend?
Loser.
Nevertheless, he needed to push himself and join the world. Sure enough, when he arrived, Courtney’s dimly lit interior was packed. He weaved around the crowd and found a seat closest to the end of the bar, far away from the loud, eighties rock band. Fortunately, Nick had learned to turn off the din when he needed to think.
That didn’t work tonight, and before ordering a drink, the same dark thoughts resurfaced. His body tensed, and he was about to bolt, retreat to his comfort zone—though these days he didn’t have one—when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Nick stiffened. When he turned around, he was met with a warm, friendly smile that quickly turned to confusion.
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
Equally confused, Nick recovered. “That’s okay, I get that a lot.”
Nick could pass for many nationalities. He had that Mediterranean look: Italian, Greek, even Croatian. Standing at five-nine, he had straight brown, collar-length hair and striking hazel eyes. Nick Ross (Rossi before his grandfather landed on Ellis Island) was forty-two years old.
“Really?” she said. “Because from the back, you look like my brother-in-law. The height and haircut.”
“Nah, just kidding,” Nick said with a smile.
From behind, he heard the bartender say, “Hey, Doc, I haven’t seen you in a while. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
Nick turned to the bartender, a local college kid who worked weekends. Nick wondered how he’d respond to the question. He made it brief. “Been busy, Patrick. I’ll have the usual, whisky neat.”
“Sorry for bothering you,” the woman said, and started to leave.
He turned back. “Wait, don’t go.” He pushed himself with a grin. “Can I buy you a drink, or are you meeting up with your brother-in-law?”
She smiled. “Sure, okay, sounds good. As far as my brother-in-law, I think he’s on a business trip. I thought maybe he’d returned early. I’m Elizabeth, by the way.” She extended her hand.
“Nick.” He took her soft, warm hand. “What are you drinking, Elizabeth?” he added with a smile.
She turned to the bar, mulling over the colorful bottles of liquor on the shelves. “I don’t really drink that much. I guess a glass of red wine.” To the bartender. “A cabernet?”
“Sure, we have a house cab. Coming right up.”
“I feel a little embarrassed,” she started. “Please don’t think that—misunderstanding was a pick-up line.”
“If it was, it worked.” By her looks, Nick took Elizabeth for a model. This place was full of them. Perfect skin, tiny waist, the look. He quickly dismissed his reason for coming to the bar—did he really have one? Though he admitted, meeting a beautiful woman with glistening strawberry-blonde hair, might be too much of a distraction.
When their drinks arrived, Nick held up his glass to toast. “What to, Elizabeth?”
“How about the meaning of life?” She smiled, and Nick was smitten.
He had been working on the ‘meaning’ for years.
“To finding the meaning.” They clicked glasses.
Nick sat at the edge of the bed staring into the bedroom mirror, recounting the previous night until he felt Elizabeth’s body moving slowly under the sheets, legs stretching, a toe nudging at the base of his back. He smiled to himself then turned to greet her.
Nick Ross was in love. And her name was Elizabeth. He turned to meet her tired eyes.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
Her long, athletic legs were probably still warm, exactly what he remembered from the night before. Warm and supple.
Was she the one? He’d kept asking himself each time they made love, which was two, maybe three times? He couldn’t remember; he was too intoxicated with her.
What had begun as an ordinary day had turned into an evening of superlatives: perfect night, most beautiful woman, incredible sex.
“Hey,” she said, then yawned. “You’re up early. You a morning person? I think you mentioned that last night.”
“I did, a
long with my whole life story. I hope I didn’t bore you.”
She stretched her arms. “Are you kidding? You’re an interesting guy, Doctor Nick Ross. Growing up in Manhasset, Long Island, with loving parents, graduating from Columbia University, married…” She stopped. “Sorry.”
He held off a moment. “Was married. And you said you were never married.”
“I haven’t met the right guy…yet. I’m working on it,” she said with a hopeful smile.
Nick slid over and kissed her lips. The mix of her sweet redolent scent and sex was still present. She responded, and before long, they made love for the…who-cares time.
Their bodies exploded together as they held each other tightly, followed by soft, sweet kisses.
“I could get used to this,” Nick said, still panting.
She sighed. “Me too, but we’d have to eat at some point.”
“Oh, God, where are my manners? You must be hungry after all that work.” He laughed.
“I’m starved. As I recall, we only had drinks last night.”
Nick patted her on the rear end and sprang out of bed. “There’s a deli an easy walk from here, and the food is to die for.”
A yawn. “If they have take-out, I wouldn’t mind staying here. I’ll close my eyes for a while until you return, if that’s okay.”
“Sure.” He got up to grab his clothes strewn about.
“Don’t be long. I’m not through with you,” she teased. “Food first.”
“I’m on it.” He slipped on his boat shoes.
“Oh, and would you mind picking up a paper? I’d like to check the local employment classifieds.”
Elizabeth had mentioned she was an ER nurse but was looking to make a change. Any change.
“Sure.” He pointed to the living room. “You can use the computer if you’d like. Be quicker. And as for a place to stay, mi casa es su casa.” He caught himself, realizing he sounded too eager. “What I meant…”
“That’s sweet, but I’m staying with my sister for a while.”
“Right, you told me that.”
Elizabeth turned serious. “I told you a lot about myself last night. Maybe too much…”
He walked around the bed. “Never too much. And as I recall, you moved to Florida from upstate New York to find a simpler life. And, you’re an ER nurse.”
“Close. I was in ER. I quit my job.”
“Right, after you got burned out. See, I listened.”
She brushed her hand across his cheek and smiled. “I thought I’d explore other avenues, but I’m not in any rush. I saved enough money to get by for a while. And like I said, I’m staying with my sister…and brother-in-law.”
“Right. Thanks to him, that’s how we met. Well, sort of.”
“So how about you surprise me with something special? You got to know me well last night. Better than most people. What would I order for breakfast?”
He thought a moment. “You look like an eggs Benedict kinda gal.”
“Close. Florentine.”
“No kidding? Me too.”
Elizabeth nodded. “I got to know you a lot, Nick Ross. And, you’re more handsome from the back and front than my brother-in-law. But don’t tell Billy that.” She winked.
He zipped his mouth and was about to lean over and kiss her forehead when his cell rang. He glanced over at the dresser and scowled. “Kinda early.” He picked it up but didn’t recognize the caller. He was about to let it ride to voicemail but thought it might be a patient. Was that possible?
“Hello?” He waved at Elizabeth and walked into the next room.
“Nick Ross, you need to get out of your condo!” The voice was harsh and clipped. “Alone! You’ve got ten minutes.”
A shiver shot down his spine.
“Who the hell is this?” His voice cracked.
The caller continued in the same threatening tone. “Don’t jeopardize your life, friend. Get out while you can. There’s a deli close by. I advise you to hang out for a while, have that second cup of coffee.”
Nick rushed to the living room window and pulled back on the translucent curtains, his eyes surveying the street below. It was quiet, not even a passing car.
The guy knew his name, his phone number, and where he lived. And that he wasn’t alone. What the hell was going on?
Nick kept his look below. Only one person knew his Sunday routine, but there was no way he would play this kind of mind game. Not now. Hadn’t the bastard done enough?
His mind turned dark. “Chance put you up to this, right?”
“No, asshole, it wasn’t Chance, whoever he is. You got nine minutes!” The line went dead.
Nick stood riveted in place. Had to be a crank. He wanted to stick around and wait for the caller to get back to him, laughing his ass off. But when two minutes passed with no call, he dialed back, only to get a blocked number.
Unsettled, he returned to the bedroom, where he found Elizabeth sitting up in bed. “Everything okay?”
He debated telling her about the disturbing call. They had a beautiful evening, so why screw it up with the likelihood it was a crank?
He feigned a smile. “Crank call. How about you come with me to the deli?” he proposed, fighting to keep his voice even.
Nick observed a forlorn look in her eyes, the first since they’d met. He checked his watch. Four minutes to vacate his condo or else.
“You go ahead, Nick. I’m kinda tired.” She slid back down.
“Okay, but I’m gonna lock the door behind me, so don’t open it under any circumstances. I’ll let myself in.”
“Seriously, Nick, I’ll be fine.”
He nodded. Could he take that risk? Should he?
“C’mon, I’m hungry already,” she said rubbing her stomach and smiling.
He settled down, but then shot a glance at his clock. This is crazy!
Nick kissed Elizabeth on the forehead and left. His unit was on the third floor, but he skipped the elevator. When he reached the street, he surveyed his surroundings. He wasn’t interested in the flowers and plants or the trees that lined the streets. He looked for something or someone out of place.
Screw this! He ran back upstairs. With less than a minute to go, he opened his door and quietly tiptoed into the bedroom. Elizabeth was asleep. He ran to the living room and sat on the sofa, but not before scooping out an eight-inch butcher's knife out of the kitchen drawer.
Seriously?
And waited. Crazy. After ten minutes, he took one more look out the window. Satisfied all was clear, he took the elevator down to the street. Still unnerved, Nick’s eyes darted about for strangers or unusual cars parked, but the street was still quiet, like it usually was this time on a Sunday morning. Even Mrs. Burke was on time, scooping up her poodle’s poop.
Picking up his pace and glancing over his shoulder every few steps, he reached the New York Deli and was greeted by a few regulars who referred to him as Doc. He was the local shrink and had maintained a practice in the downtown area for the past ten years. In fact, a few of the regulars had been patients.
He stood behind three patrons on the take-out line waiting to order. He nervously checked his watch and tried to settle down. Was this a mistake? He looked around at happy faces enjoying their breakfast.
The food was definitely good here, he kept reminding himself. When he reached the counter, he was greeted by Kristi, the morning cashier and sometimes-graduate student.
“Hi Doc, the usual eggs Florentine?”
Nick smiled nervously. “Two orders today, Kristi,” he rushed.
She threw a mischievous smile. “Hungry, are you?”
He wasn’t in the mood for small talk and just nodded.
“Sure thing.” She was about to put through the order when the owner, Jane Rosen, stepped out from the kitchen.
“Morning Doc, there was a call for you a few minutes ago. I guess he knew you were coming in today.”
“For me?” His stomach tightened.
She nodded.
“Right, said he was from your answering service. Something about an emergency, but the guy wouldn’t leave a name. He said you would know him.”
“An emergency?”
“Something about a former patient. I guess your service must know where you go for breakfast.” Jane smiled. “Can’t get away from anyone these days, can you?”
Nick’s mouth dried up. His service hadn’t called in…ages. Why hadn’t they called him directly? And who was this guy?
“Then he said something strange, like be careful of what you eat. And who you dine with. ‘Carnivores are deadly.’ Sounded cryptic, but I guess you understand. This guy, he a vegetarian, Doc?” She smiled.
Nick ignored Jane’s question. His answering service was made up only of women. And as far as he knew, none were vegetarians.
“The guy said to stick around and have an extra cup of coffee. And that he’d call you back when the patient was out of danger.”
Nick dashed for the door.
“Hey, Doc,” Kristi called out. “What about the eggs Florentine?”
Two
With a nagging bad knee, Nick hobbled down the street, hoping his meniscus wouldn’t tear. Slowing down at parked cars, he strained his eyes to get a glimpse inside the vehicles.
Nothing. He surveyed the street. Still nothing. Even Mrs. Burke and Tiger had returned home.
Taking a deep breath as he approached his condo, Nick entered the building. The elevator was waiting for him. Was he lucky?
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