Night Kill (Private Investigator Andrew Knight Mystery Series) by RL Edinger Read Free Book Online Page A

books,” Talia groaned. She quickly began her search.
    Andrew decided it was enough time. He loaded the serving tray with the coffee carafe, two cups, and cream and sugar. Andrew carried the tray in the family room. He set it down on the coffee table. He went to find Talia.
    Talia had searched through all the books tall enough to hide the report. She found nothing. Talia was seated at Andrew’s desk. She tried the desk drawers, but they were all locked. She looked at her watch. Twenty minutes had gone by; too much time! Talia bolted out of the chair and immediately left the office. Once in the hallway, Talia now crept at a slower pace. She was now at the bathroom door.
    Andrew walked up the stairs and that’s when he saw Talia exiting the bathroom. She smiled at him.
    “Are you feeling okay,” Andrew asked, concerned.
    “Yes, I’m fine,” Talia assured him. “I was just admiring your bathroom.”
    “Coffee is ready,” Andrew said gesturing towards the family room down stairs.
    They walked together back to the family room.
    Talia along with Andrew retook their seats. Andrew poured them each a coffee.
    “Just sugar,” Talia said.
    “Okay,” Andrew answered. He put sugar in her coffee and handed it to her. Talia took a sip. It was perfect. Andrew fixed his own beverage and settled back against the cushioned sofa.
    “So what is the real reason for your visit?” Andrew asked.
    “W-What do you mean?” Talia stuttered a bit.
    “It is to apologize for trashing me earlier?” Andrew continued.
    “Yes, I do apologize for the way I jumped on you,” Talia offered an apology.
    “Then let’s start over,” Andrew smiled.
    “Let’s,” Talia smiled as well.
    “Do you like living in Bayport?” Andrew began.
    “Its quite different from Chicago,” Talia laughed. “It’s more laid back, quieter. Although I do miss the night life, you know like the blues clubs.”
    “There’s a club down on Water Street called “The Elbow Room,” Andrew said. “It’s very much comparable to the clubs in Chicago. As a matter of fact the owner, Harlow Grant, is originally from Chicago.”
    “So are you originally from Bayport?” Talia asked.
    “My family is not originally from Bayport,” Andrew answered. “My great-great grandparents moved here in the 1800’s from New York.”
    “Say it’s getting late.” Talia glanced at her watch. “I better get going.”
    “I’m glad you stopped by,” Andrew put his cup down and stood up. “I’ll walk you to the door.” Talia handed Andrew her empty cup, which he put next to his. They walked together to the front door.
    “I’m glad we had a chance to patch things up,” Talia said. Andrew opened the door.
    “Me too.” Andrew smiled at her.
    “We’ll have to do this again,” Talia said.
    “Yes, we should,” Andrew answered.
    They finished their good byes and Talia left.
    Andrew closed the door and went back to the family room. He started to clean up, when the door bell rang. Andrew put down the serving tray and went to answer the door. When Andrew opened the door, no one was there! He scanned the area with discerning eyes, but there were no movements in the surrounding bushes and trees. How strange he thought. Andrew quickly closed the door and went back to cleaning up.
    Talia was on her way back to the department. She took out her phone and placed a call. After several rings, the person picked up.
    “This is Sheriff Delsmann,” she spoke insensitively. “Make sure no one; especially Andrew Knight gets a look at the crime scene. Talia listened, and then spoke, “Yes, at all costs.” She pressed the end button. Talia thought back to her little chat with Andrew. He was all pleasant and very nice to her, but she suspected that Andrew was playing her for a fool. Andrew Knight was a lot smarter than he was letting on. But now Talia was on to his little psychological games. She already anticipated his next move. For Andrew that would be to get a look at the crime scene