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John Lutz

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  • Brinda Krishnanhar citeretsidste år
    “I don’t know. They’re only rumors anyway, I’m sure. A successful businessman like Mr. Brant, young and handsome in the bargain, and single now, he’s bound to attract the attention of kooks. I thought maybe Wade Schultz had mentioned it to you.” She picked up the lemon wedge that had been stuck on the rim of her glass and that she’d removed and placed on a napkin. Holding her hand to shield him from any wayward spurts of juice, she squeezed the wedge over her glass, then with an odd reluctance dropped it into what was left of her Coke, as if committing a body to the sea.

    It struck Carver that maybe Nancy Quartermain didn’t believe for a second that he was really a prospective home buyer. She’d seen him trying to pump Wade Schultz for information and become curious.

    “How long have you been with Brant Development?” he asked.

    Something in her eyes over the rim of her raised glass told him she knew that he knew. There was a slight smile on her lips as she lowered the glass. She’d play the game. “About three years. Usually I’m in the main office in town, but when we reach a certain stage of a project, I spend some of my time at the site.”

    “You like working for Brant?”

    “Yes, quite a lot.”

    “Do you like Wade Schultz?” He leaned toward her. Soul-to-soul time. Two posers leveling. “I mean, really?”

    She pursed her lips, thinking about it. “I don’t like him much, I guess. He’s arrogant.”

    “What about Gloria Bream? You like her?”

    “She seems fine, what I’ve seen of her. She doesn’t work for Brant Development; but she comes into the office now and then to see Mr. Brant, and sometimes on business.”

    “Business?”

    “She’s a sales agent for Red Feather Reality. They have the listings on some of the Brant properties. And they drive red company convertibles as a promotional gimmick. That was probably Gloria’s car Mr. Brant was driving today.” Her eyes were thoughtful as she sipped her Coke, buying time to formulate what she was about to say. “What’s this actually about? Are you really a prospective home buyer?”

    “Sure. We all have to live somewhere.”

    “Uh-huh.” She grinned at him. “I won’t mention it, you know, if you confide in me.”

    “There’s nothing to confide about,” Carver said.

    “You wouldn’t be with the police, would you?”

    “Nope. If I were, would you be honest and tell me Brant might be the type to harass a woman?”

    “Nope,” she said, in the same tone he’d used.
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