Murder.com

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Author: David Deutsch
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Mystery, Techno-Thriller, tech, hightech
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enough
to run off with another guy and to call off an engagement isn't a
good person. I know that much."
    "I couldn't agree
more."
    I wasn't interested in getting
involved in helping Kitty solve the mystery of Ted's murder. If the
police came, they came, and I'd deal with it then. At the moment,
there were two things that did interest me. Having dinner with
Imogen tonight and fixing myself a scotch.
    "Dinner tonight?" I asked, fixing
my cocktail. Halfway there.
    "Jesus, isn't it a little early
for a drink?"
    "It's not every day that your old
fiancée stops by asking to help solve the murder of her husband," I
said, and took a sip.
    "You do realize we're not on the
set of Mad Men ,
right?"
    "Why must you keep reminding me of
that? I'd make a great Don Draper."
    "You've certainly got the drinking
part down."
    We went on with our day. Imogen
went home for a spell, most likely napped, showered, and changed.
We hadn't done very much sleeping last night. I played a little
tennis—after all, I needed all the practice I could get in order to
beat Imogen—showered, then had a pre-dinner drink while relaxing
and listening to some music.
    When I finally got around to checking my phone,
there were several text messages, two of which were interesting or
desperate, depending on how you were looking at the situation.
    Dutch, I realize our past wouldn't
exactly prompt you to cooperate but I could really use your
help.
    What is your email address?
    I decided to answer and sent Kitty my email
address.
    Halfway through my drink, Imogen knocked on the
door. I fixed her a drink and we exchanged some small talk, none of
which included discussing Ted or Kitty. After about an hour, we
hopped in my black Audi RS 7 and headed off to dinner.
    We were dining at Circle this evening. A very
upscale French fusion restaurant. Imogen looked fabulous in a black
dress. Her green eyes were glowing, accentuated against her
straight black hair and the dress.
    "Charles," I said, extending a
hand, greeting the maître d'.
    "Ah, Max and Imogen, lovely to see
you both. Give me a minute and I'll find you a table."
    We ate out a lot.
    "No rush, we'll wait at the
bar."
    Imogen and I walked over to the bar and proceeded to
embark on our first drink of the evening. Technically, our second.
But who was counting?
    "I've been thinking…"
    "Never a good thing," I
retorted.
    "Nevertheless, I've been
thinking." Ginny, as I was apt to call her on occasion, especially
when she was looking sexy, turned toward me, crossing her legs and
revealing a bit of exposed thigh.
    "About?"
    "Things."
    "How about you elaborate a bit, my
dear? Things is a
bit broad."
    Just then, Charles walked over to us and informed us
that our table was ready.
    Saved by the bell.
    He escorted us off to the left of the restaurant
into a private booth.
    We picked up the menus and scanned them briefly.
    "Red or white, my
dear?"
    "White."
    The waiter took our drink order, filled us in on the
specials, and then disappeared. Moments later he returned with our
bottle of wine, poured two healthy glasses for us, and then once
again departed to give us time to sip our wine and to decide on
dinner. Imogen and I always put our phones on vibrate when we
arrived at a restaurant in order to make sure that we would not be
distracted by them. No checking Facebook, Twitter, texts, or email
during dinner. Any message, email, or status update could wait
until after.
    "As I was saying, Max, I was
thinking." Ginny looked intensely into my eyes.
    "Yes, I believe we have covered
the fact that you've been thinking." I took a sip of my
wine.
    "I've been thinking about
us."
    "I think about us all the time," I
said.
    "Isn't it time?"
    "Well, it's about
nine."
    "You're such an
asshole."
    "What?"
    "I wasn't asking the
time."
    "I know. I'm sorry. Go ahead. You
were thinking about us, and what did you come up with?"
    "Well, we've been together for a
while and I love being with you and spending…"
    At that moment my phone went off
with a

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