Murder My Love (Kindle Books Mystery and Suspense Crime Thrillers Series Book 3) by Tad S. Torm Read Free Book Online

I have everything I need from Zingor.
    She will see me.
    Gigi has a beauty salon out of town, in the River Creek Mall, located at about twenty miles from my current location.
    She starts examining me as soon as I step foot in her shop. Then she takes the camera and flips through the frames. She asks me about Zingor's relative height and body structure.
    I tell her they are roughly similar to mine.
    She's curious about what I'm going to do about the uniform.
    "I'll take his."
    "Do you think you can fake his voice well enough to be believable?"
    "Gigi, you won't believe it," I say, "but I always had a talent for voices. His control of the language is very basic. He's a driver, for God's sake. I don't think they have a lot of subjects in common to chat about inside the limo. It's precisely the Zingovian accent that gives me the edge. I spent last night listening to him in the bar for a couple of hours. I think I got it. Don't forget I will wear a uniform."
    You always take for granted the person wearing the uniform.
    "I think it might work, but you better leave the digital camera with me. Come to see me tomorrow at five in the morning. I'll make a new man out of you."
     
    Bright and early, at six o'clock of the following morning, I'm knocking at Zingor's door.
    He comes out half asleep, trying to suppress a yawn. He doesn't have his uniform on. I must have caught him at breakfast.
    I push him inside and follow him into the room, dragging the door shut after me. I force him down on a chair, take out the syringe I prepared and inject the heavy sedative it contains into his arm. It all happens very fast. He doesn't have time to react.
    "Don't worry!" I reassure him. "You'll be as good as new in a couple of hours."
    It will take most likely five or six, maybe more. But he doesn't need to know that. The good as new part is true enough, though.
    "Don't worry. I only need to borrow your car for a couple of hours. I'll make it up to you," I say, and place twenty-one hundred dollars banknotes on the table in front of him.
    "But I need the keys."
    By the twitch of his left eye, I figure I'll find them in the left pocket of his pants.
    He's softening down already. His eyelids are getting heavy, and he can't keep his eyes open for long.
    "Where is the bedroom? You better go take a nap."
    But it's too late for the bedroom. He slumps over the chair and is fast asleep. I ease him down on the floor and let him rest there. Besides, sleeping on the floor is healthier than on a mattress.
    I have some trouble finding the uniform. The house is a two-room, kitchenette and bathroom affair so it cannot be but a matter of minutes. I finally locate it in the living room closet. I put it on, and, I'm glad to say, it fits me like a charm. I check myself in the mirror and then turn to Zingor. It looks good, really good. I have to give Gigi credit for the work she did on my face. The resemblance is incredible. You can mistake Zingor and me for identical twins.
    I leave the house and don't forget to lock the door. I get into the black limo and I'm on my way.
    During the drive, I spend most of the time rehearsing Zingor's Zingovian accent. It doesn't seem like a lot of fun, but I have a pretty good time with it, besides it gives the whole adventure an air of bonhomie and a humorous flair.
    I stop at the castle's gate and toot the horn three times.
    "Good morning, Zingor," greetings come through the voice-box and I'm let in.
    "Good morning," I reply in the bad Zingovian accent I've been rehearsing on my way in.
    I roll the car down the winding lane to the main entrance, and stop in the driveway under the portico, in front of the marble stairs. Bad memories invade my mind. I try to keep them out.
    When you work so hard. When you've been waiting for so long, there comes a point when your project, any project, becomes a vital necessity. As important as the air you breathe.
    I get out of the car as I have seen Zingor do innumerable times, and wait with the