Trusting Viktor (A Cleo Cooper Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
His trusty sidekick, Myers, was absent from today’s proceedings. I stirred my coffee waiting for him to finish doctoring his. Finally, he took a sip, “Great coffee.” “I’m glad you like it.” He took three more swallows but said nothing. Having already grown tired of our little party, I nudged the conversation along. “Have you made a final ruling on the death of Nuvuk Hunter yet?” “No.” Sip. Sip. What an ass. I studied my spoon. Finally Pierce, setting his mug down, laid his palms flat on the table as though he thought it might levitate, and asked, “Can you think of what Mr. Hunter might have been looking for out there where y’all are drilling?” Fortunately I’m an old hand at the fine art of holding a poker face. I gazed placidly at him. “Of course. Dry natural gas. The same thing we’re all looking for.
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