Another Aaron Tucker Mystery
Jeffrey Cohen
O THER B OOKS BY J EFFREY C OHEN
F ICTION
N ON -F ICTION
Copyright 2005 byJeffrey Cohen
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To Evie, my favorite girl, who more
than anyone I know, deserves to
have a book dedicated to her
PROLOGUE
Damn, it was cold!
If this was what December felt like, Michael Hustonwas not happily looking forward to February. Still, he thought,zipping up his coat just a little higher, there were worse thingsthan walking your dog, even on a freezing night like this one.
The dog, a Dalmatian named (appropriately enough)Dalma, was taking her sweet time doing what walks are for, soMichael steered her toward what was her favorite spot, in front ofthe house that belonged to Tom Molinari, North Brunswick, NewJerseys mayor. Through Thinsulate gloves, Michael fingered theplastic bag hed bought at Shop Rite for pooper-scooper use.
Michael hadnt wanted a dog, but now he found heliked the quiet time spent every evening with Dalmait not only ledto some inspired thinking, but heightened his senses. Noticing astrange sound coming from the green house on the corner, winter andsummer, he tried to determine what it might be (it turned out to bethe motor for a fish tank aerator). He enjoyed making up storiesabout the strangers who walked by with their own dogs, andwondering how close he might be to the truth. He even liked the actof cleaning up after Dalma because it made him feel like aresponsible citizen: theres some poop that wont be left on thestreet!
Tonight, however, he was in a hurry, and it wasntjust because of the cold. His wife, Karen, had made a point ofkissing him twice before he left with the dog tonight, and he knewwhat that meant. It would be good to get home quickly.
In seven years of marriage, Karen and Michael (andhe always gave her top billing) had established a very strongunspoken understandingthey knew each other so well they didntfinish each others sentences so much as each others thoughtsandtwo kisses placed on the lower lip clearly meant come backsoonIll be waiting for you.
Come on, dog!
Michael, anticipating a night most men only dreamabout, thought a lot about his marriagesomething most men rarelydo. The majority of married couples, he believed, were on autopilotafter the first year. They stayed married because it never occurredto them not to stay married, but they certainly didnt put the timeand thought into the relationship that couples like Karen &Michael (he also thought of them with an ampersand between theirnames, like a corporations logo) clearly did, and that was whatput them in the rarefied company of People Whose Marriages WereStill Love Affairs.
Dalma took her sweet time (she knew that once shewas done, it would be a quick sprint back to the house, and hercrate for the night), but eventually, the lure of Mayor Molinarislawn, with all its fond memories and aromas, was too much toresist, and she assumed the position.
Michael felt for the plastic bag in his pocket, andtook it out, inverting it so the Shop Rite logo would be on theoutside when he was done with his task. Most people didnt careabout such details, but he did. He wasnt sure why.
Having completed the clean-up, Michael steered thedog back in the direction of home. Because his marriage was thecentral point in his life, the thing around which everything elserevolved, the upcoming night of passion with a woman hed knownandslept withfor nine years was an all-consuming thought. He barelynoticed the patch of ice in front of Mr. Indiks house, but managedto avoid slipping on it at the last second. Come on, Dalma, wereonly two blocks away!
He was so lost in the reverie of anticipation thathe hardly noticed the man in the brown parka approaching him.Otherwise, Michael would have seen the big, hooded, fur-lined coatlike the one Elliot Gould wore in the movie M*A*S*H. In othercircumstances, he would have seen the hood obscuring the mansface.
And in all likelihood, Michael would have seen thestrange-looking antique pistol in the mans right hand. Not that itwould have done him much good.
Michaels last thought was: How can that guy go outon a night like tonight without gloves?
Contents
Part One Friends
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Part Two Family
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Part One
FRIENDS
ChapterOne
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