St. Patrick's Day Murder Read Free

feeling about this,” said Dave. “Real bad.”
    He took off, running across the parking lot, followed by Brian and Frank. Lucy stood for a minute, watching them and considering the facts. First, Old Dan was missing, and second, a carcass had turned up in the harbor. She hurried after them but was stopped with the others at the dock by Harry, who wasn’t allowing anyone to pass. At the end of the pier, she could see her friend Officer Barney Culpepper peering down into the icy water.
    “I know Barney,” she told Harry as she pulled her camera out of her bag. “He won’t mind.”
    “He said I shouldn’t let anybody by,” insisted Harry, tilting his head in Barney’s direction.
    Lucy raised the camera and looked through the viewfinder, snapping a photo of Barney staring down into the water. From the official way he was standing, she knew this was no marine creature that had washed up. “I guess it’s not a pilot whale?” she asked, checking the image in the little screen.
    Harry shook his head.
    “It’s a person, right?” said Dave. “It’s Old Dan, isn’t it?”
    Lucy’s fingers tightened on the camera. There was a big difference between jumping to a conclusion and learning it was true, a big difference between an unidentified body and one with a name you knew.
    “I’m not supposed to say,” said Harry.
    “You don’t have to,” said Brian. “It’s pretty obvious. The Bilge has been closed for days, and there’s been no sign of him. He must’ve fallen in or something.”
    “Took a long walk off a short pier,” said Dave, with a wry grin. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
    “He was known to enjoy a tipple,” said Frank. He eyed the Bilge. “He’ll be missed.”
    “What a horrible way to go,” said Lucy, shivering and fingering her camera. “In the cold and dark and all alone.”
    “Maybe he wasn’t alone,” said Dave, raising an eyebrow.
    “What do you mean?” asked Lucy. “Do you think somebody pushed him in?”
    “Might have,” said Frank. “He made a few enemies in his time.”
    Dave nodded. “You had to watch him. He wasn’t above taking advantage, especially if you’d had a few and weren’t thinking too hard.”
    Something in his tone made Lucy wonder if he was speaking from personal experience.
    “And he wasn’t exactly quick to pay his bills,” said Brian, sounding resentful.
    Another siren could be heard in the distance.
    “So I guess he won’t be missed,” said Lucy.
    “No, I won’t miss the old bastard,” said Frank. “But I’m sure gonna miss the Bilge.”
    The others nodded in agreement as a state police cruiser peeled into the parking lot, followed by the white medical examiner’s van.
    “The place didn’t look like much,” said Brian.
    “But the beer was the cheapest around,” said Dave.
    “Where else could you get a beer for a buck twenty-five?” asked Frank.
    The three shook their heads mournfully, united in grief.

Chapter Two

    T hey stood in a little group, watching as a state trooper exited his cruiser and settled his cap on his head. “Step back, step back, and clear the way,” he ordered, striding down the dock. Two white-suited technicians from the medical examiner’s office followed in his wake, wheeling a stainless steel gurney fitted with a black body bag.
    “C’mon, Harry,” coaxed Frank. “Tell us what happened.”
    Harry swallowed hard and stared into the distance.
    “It was bad, huh?” asked Brian.
    Harry swallowed again, then made a dash for a trash barrel, where he leaned in and vomited.
    “I guess it’s bad,” said Dave.
    “Now, move on along,” said Officer Barney Culpepper, who had left his post at the end of the dock to make room for the technicians to recover the body. “There’s nothing to be seen here.” He nodded toward Harry, who was still hanging on to the side of the trash barrel. “Nothing you want to see, believe me.”
    Nobody moved.
    “Don’t you folks have something better to do?” demanded