Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Deadly Gamble

Sunday morning, while most of the city’s 1.5 million residents were still asleep Steele was up and about.  He needed to clear his head, so he went for a jog on Kelly Drive.  Steele had this nagging feeling that he had overlooked some important detail of the case.  After jogging from under the Strawberry Mansion Bridge to the bleachers near Boathouse Row, Steele took a seat and stared at the lone sculler as he rowed past. 

Mrs. Matthews’s funeral was tomorrow; the mansion would be empty.  Steele called Tara and made arrangements to search the suspects’ rooms while they were out.  He needed more information and hoped this would be the perfect opportunity to get it.  His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming from behind the bleachers.  Steele reached for the small gun in his ankle holster...

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