THE phone rang.
I must have dozed off for it woke me up. The newspaper lay at my feet in a crumpled pile.
"Yeah?"
"What's up?" It was Ronnie.
"Thanks for calling me back. You busy lately?"
"Nah, Christmas time you know. People don't start killing each other until after the new year."
Ronnie was a funny guy. "I need your help. I need information on football betting."
"Football? Everyone bets on football. What can I tell you that you don't already know?"
What he was really saying was: Why are you asking me and what does it have to do with me? Ronnie was still a cop.
"I want to know if anyone in town is giving you trouble. Making noise. You know, trouble collecting, welshers, stuff like that." I paused. "Or maybe someone is just missing some money."
Longer pause.
"What are you talking about, missing money?" He sounded confused.
I thought about what Ronnie was asking. The questions I had posed didn't even make sense to myself. Without giving Samantha away, I tried another angle.
"How about someone trying to finance a fix? Someone trying to pay someone off."
"A fix?" Ronnie asked. Now there was interest in his voice.
"Maybe, just check for me okay?"
Any fix in this town involved on of the two college teams here. Before the Tiger Sharks made the jump to division one, football meant the state university. Now there were two teams in town.
"Fixing a game. Now that's real low. You got a line on the bum?"
"Nothing solid yet," I hesitated and knew it was a mistake.
"Anything I should know about?" Ronnie asked. He sounded suspicious.
I didn't want him to know that I had Samantha on ice, but a killing was involved. "Well, a certain guy has been missing for about a day. It's not like him to be out of touch for so long."
I could hear Ronnie thinking over the phone. He knew a tip when he heard one. "You got a name for this missing guy?"
Giving Ronnie hard facts was as good as admitting I knew something. I decided to take a chance. "You didn't hear this from me. Check on a guy named Green. Michael Green."
Ronnie knew I was walking a grey line by giving him a name. There was an uneasy silence on the line.
"What's your angle on this?" he finally asked.
"Just helping out a friend." It was a standard response. Knowing cops were naturally suspicious, I hoped it would do.
"Sure." He hung up.
Ronnie worked out of CID, or the Criminal Investigation Division. Specifically he was a homicide detective.
I had a feeling he wouldn't like working on this one.
The sound of the falling rain kept me company as I sat there wondering where the two fifty large had come from. It started to become apparent that Greenie had sent it to her. But why send it to her when she had access to the safety deposit box?
I stood at my window and watched the surfers compete with the weather. A storm from the south meant a swell. Surfing in the rain was not unusual so Waikiki was packed. Most of the surfers out there on their boards would be there until it was too dark to see.
I glanced at the clock. It was time to see Willy.
Mark nodded at me as I took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out the front door. Or at least I tried to.
The bellmen, the front door desk people and the front door man all said hello. Being a part of a hotel meant that everywhere you went, you always felt eyes following you. Although their intentions were good, it was somewhat disconcerting to know that hundreds of people knew when you left and came home. I had hundreds of moms watching over me. The price of my job was high.
Troy, the doorman looked put off at my declining his offer of a cab. I took a right around the corner and walked into the next hotel lobby I came to. I made my way to the opposite side of the Hyatt's lobby and got into a cab that sat waiting at the corner. The Vietnamese driver looked at me twice when I told him where I wanted to go. He must have mistook me for a tourist.
We rode in silence through the afternoon traffic. It was bumper to bumper all the way to my destination.
I was taking a trip back in time. A time I had put away, locked up and thrown away the key to. The events of today had me go back to a life I had left five years ago. Ronnie, Willy, Leinani, they were all part of my past. Now Pandora's Box was about to be opened again, and I was about to face the consequences. The cabbie woke me from my thoughts.
"We here."
I looked out the window at what represented a time machine. I payed the driver and opened the door.
"By the way, what's the line on Saturday's game?" I asked.
"Tiger Sharks by nine."
"Who you taking?"
The driver paused. He grinned at me. "I'm waiting for Friday. Want to see what the line does."
I nodded my approval and closed the door.
ch6 pg 36-37
HOME for me was on the top floor of a two hundred room hotel at the far side of Waikiki called the Islander. The hotel catered to people who wanted to experience the Hawaii of old. There is a lot of competition. The Halekulani, the Hilton, the Moana, they all offered four star service. The Islander had its own niche.
Although I wasn't actually involved in the day to day operations, some things still managed to reach my desk.
Kua dropped me off at the front door and parked the Rover downstairs. The bellmen and front desk clerks gave me knowing grins as I made my way through the lobby.
Smiling back, I wondered what was going on. I took a guest elevator to my floor ad thought about my next move.
I didn't have one.
The door opened and I approached Mark's desk. "How's everything with our guest?"
"I think she's still sleeping," Mark replied.
I got another knowing smile. It didn't take long for news to spread through a small hotel like the Islander. Anytime my name was mentioned in the same breath as a woman's, it created a small scandal.
"Good. I'm expecting a call from a guy named Ronnie. This is important."
Mark nodded his head. The smile on his grew as if we shared some secret.
"And Mark? She's just the daughter of a good friend."
I think he believed me.
Mark and the night person, Roxanne, kept eye on the guests on the floor and sort of acted as my secretaries. There weren't too many secrets between the three of us.
My rooms were made up of two suites that had been combined to form one room. The maintenance people had come in and modified the entrances to make it more practical for me. The bathroom was the first door you passed. There was a leather couch on the wall and two chairs that faced my desk. That room was for business. I took out the note paper I had taken from Greenie's place and locked it my desk. There was a large stack of files in my "in" box. I didn't feel like dealing with them today.
I opened up the connecting room and went back to my living area. There, I had a full living room, kitchen and two bedrooms. The kitchen was bordered by a counter on which I ate my meals. The living room was furnished with another couch and a love seat. Another desk sat facing the open window; that was where I did my personal business. Next to it was the sliding door to my lanai. An entertainment center sat on the right wall, the bedrooms were to the left.
Samantha's purse was in the same place I had left it. I placed her keys back in and closed the clasp. I sat down at my desk and tried to put it all together.
Samantha had someones money. All she wanted to do was give it back. Who's money was it? Greenie had been killed. Why?
The morning paper didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. Taking out the sports section, I read about how the Tiger Sharks were preparing for their upcoming game.
The reporter did an in depth look at the team listing injuries and high lighting players. Strategies, strengths, weaknesses were all covered. The article contained interviews with players and coaches; everyone was optimistic. The second page contained the Vegas line.
The Tiger Sharks were favored by eight and half points. I put the paper down and looked out the window. Dark clouds lined the horizon for as far as I could see.
A yawn escaped from me as I went back to the paper.
Although I wasn't actually involved in the day to day operations, some things still managed to reach my desk.
Kua dropped me off at the front door and parked the Rover downstairs. The bellmen and front desk clerks gave me knowing grins as I made my way through the lobby.
Smiling back, I wondered what was going on. I took a guest elevator to my floor ad thought about my next move.
I didn't have one.
The door opened and I approached Mark's desk. "How's everything with our guest?"
"I think she's still sleeping," Mark replied.
I got another knowing smile. It didn't take long for news to spread through a small hotel like the Islander. Anytime my name was mentioned in the same breath as a woman's, it created a small scandal.
"Good. I'm expecting a call from a guy named Ronnie. This is important."
Mark nodded his head. The smile on his grew as if we shared some secret.
"And Mark? She's just the daughter of a good friend."
I think he believed me.
Mark and the night person, Roxanne, kept eye on the guests on the floor and sort of acted as my secretaries. There weren't too many secrets between the three of us.
My rooms were made up of two suites that had been combined to form one room. The maintenance people had come in and modified the entrances to make it more practical for me. The bathroom was the first door you passed. There was a leather couch on the wall and two chairs that faced my desk. That room was for business. I took out the note paper I had taken from Greenie's place and locked it my desk. There was a large stack of files in my "in" box. I didn't feel like dealing with them today.
I opened up the connecting room and went back to my living area. There, I had a full living room, kitchen and two bedrooms. The kitchen was bordered by a counter on which I ate my meals. The living room was furnished with another couch and a love seat. Another desk sat facing the open window; that was where I did my personal business. Next to it was the sliding door to my lanai. An entertainment center sat on the right wall, the bedrooms were to the left.
Samantha's purse was in the same place I had left it. I placed her keys back in and closed the clasp. I sat down at my desk and tried to put it all together.
Samantha had someones money. All she wanted to do was give it back. Who's money was it? Greenie had been killed. Why?
The morning paper didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. Taking out the sports section, I read about how the Tiger Sharks were preparing for their upcoming game.
The reporter did an in depth look at the team listing injuries and high lighting players. Strategies, strengths, weaknesses were all covered. The article contained interviews with players and coaches; everyone was optimistic. The second page contained the Vegas line.
The Tiger Sharks were favored by eight and half points. I put the paper down and looked out the window. Dark clouds lined the horizon for as far as I could see.
A yawn escaped from me as I went back to the paper.
ch5 pg 33-35
WE passed the new police station and took left on Punchbowl Street. Kua navigated his way through traffic and turned left on Queen.
People visiting here often found the street names interesting. Either they seemed unpronounceable or were proper names of no significance. The fact was that in Honolulu proper, most of the street names were named after prominent business families or Hawaiian royalty. As of today, there was no Darling Street.
Elaine's was a small hole in the wall that catered to the off duty and sometimes on duty police officers. There were no booths or places to hide, all the tables were in the open and unobstructed. Large portions and reasonable prices made it a popular hang out. It was after eleven and the place was packed. Lunch time.
I scanned the crowd and spotted Ronnie in a light colored aloha shirt sitting with three other men. Ronnie's smile faded when he saw me. Good cops can smell trouble.
I walked over to their table and pulled up a chair. Four pairs of eyes locked on to me. I must have looked suspicious.
"Hi Ronnie," I said. It came out like he was my next door neighbor.
He smiled a big fake grin. "Darling? How you doing? Long time no see." He extended his large hand.
Ronnie was what local called Portuguese. Whether or not he had any genetic ties to Portugal did not matter. He liked to talk and live large.
He stood at a good five feet four inches and weighed in at around one fifty. Ronnie had a quick mouth and badge and gun to back it up. He method of breaking criminals was by sassing them into confessing. He slicked back his hair and looked at me.
"It's okay," I replied. "You still making trouble with the girls on Hotel?"
Ronnie laughed. "Hotel Street? Nothing going on down there. That's all small time. Waikiki now. Drugs, women, you put the two together you know what you got. You got to get out of your hotel more often." He seemed to loosen up. The three other guys with him laughed.
I laughed with them. Ronnie was good cop. Deep down, I don't think he trusted me. Maybe I was too straight.
"What brings you down here Darling? This isn't exactly your part of town." He paused. "Anymore."
"I was bored. Nothing like checking up on old friend." I tossed him a line. I wanted to know where I stood.
"Darling, I'm your only friend here. You been out of the game so long, I bet you don't know half the guys here." He waved his hand around the room.
He was right, I didn't. I looked around the bar and couldn't find one familiar face.
"Look, what you really here for?" Ronnie asked, leaning toward me and lowering his voice.
I smiled and patted him on the back. "Really Ronnie, I just wanted to see the old guys. I had some free time and decided to stop in. Hey, I gotta go. Why don't you drop me a line sometimes."
I tucked my chair under the table and shook Ronnie's hand. The eyes of thirty officers followed me out the door.
I got out of the rain and into the Rover. Kua pulled out of the parking lot back into traffic.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Just seeing if I still had any friends."
Ronnie would call me, I hoped. He knew better than to discuss business at the bar.
"Take us home."
As we rode through the relentless downpour, I wondered whether or not here would be any fruits for my labor. I started off at the two places i thought would bring immediate results. All it added up to was a staged search and a dead body. I sank back in my chair and watched the rain fall on the windshield.
I was in deeper than I wanted to be. I should have called the police as soon as I found Greenie. The only thing I could do now was wait to see what Willy came up with and figure out how I was going to deal with Ronnie.
Although it was only one in the afternoon, it looked closer to six. The horizon a light grey and getting darker.
Traffic slowed as we approached the Waikiki and the convention center site. Construction as still going on, even in the rain. There were deadlines to meet. The tall naked girders loomed over us in the darkened sky. The incomplete structure did not look like a building that was coming up. Instead it looked like they were tearing it down.
People visiting here often found the street names interesting. Either they seemed unpronounceable or were proper names of no significance. The fact was that in Honolulu proper, most of the street names were named after prominent business families or Hawaiian royalty. As of today, there was no Darling Street.
Elaine's was a small hole in the wall that catered to the off duty and sometimes on duty police officers. There were no booths or places to hide, all the tables were in the open and unobstructed. Large portions and reasonable prices made it a popular hang out. It was after eleven and the place was packed. Lunch time.
I scanned the crowd and spotted Ronnie in a light colored aloha shirt sitting with three other men. Ronnie's smile faded when he saw me. Good cops can smell trouble.
I walked over to their table and pulled up a chair. Four pairs of eyes locked on to me. I must have looked suspicious.
"Hi Ronnie," I said. It came out like he was my next door neighbor.
He smiled a big fake grin. "Darling? How you doing? Long time no see." He extended his large hand.
Ronnie was what local called Portuguese. Whether or not he had any genetic ties to Portugal did not matter. He liked to talk and live large.
He stood at a good five feet four inches and weighed in at around one fifty. Ronnie had a quick mouth and badge and gun to back it up. He method of breaking criminals was by sassing them into confessing. He slicked back his hair and looked at me.
"It's okay," I replied. "You still making trouble with the girls on Hotel?"
Ronnie laughed. "Hotel Street? Nothing going on down there. That's all small time. Waikiki now. Drugs, women, you put the two together you know what you got. You got to get out of your hotel more often." He seemed to loosen up. The three other guys with him laughed.
I laughed with them. Ronnie was good cop. Deep down, I don't think he trusted me. Maybe I was too straight.
"What brings you down here Darling? This isn't exactly your part of town." He paused. "Anymore."
"I was bored. Nothing like checking up on old friend." I tossed him a line. I wanted to know where I stood.
"Darling, I'm your only friend here. You been out of the game so long, I bet you don't know half the guys here." He waved his hand around the room.
He was right, I didn't. I looked around the bar and couldn't find one familiar face.
"Look, what you really here for?" Ronnie asked, leaning toward me and lowering his voice.
I smiled and patted him on the back. "Really Ronnie, I just wanted to see the old guys. I had some free time and decided to stop in. Hey, I gotta go. Why don't you drop me a line sometimes."
I tucked my chair under the table and shook Ronnie's hand. The eyes of thirty officers followed me out the door.
I got out of the rain and into the Rover. Kua pulled out of the parking lot back into traffic.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Just seeing if I still had any friends."
Ronnie would call me, I hoped. He knew better than to discuss business at the bar.
"Take us home."
As we rode through the relentless downpour, I wondered whether or not here would be any fruits for my labor. I started off at the two places i thought would bring immediate results. All it added up to was a staged search and a dead body. I sank back in my chair and watched the rain fall on the windshield.
I was in deeper than I wanted to be. I should have called the police as soon as I found Greenie. The only thing I could do now was wait to see what Willy came up with and figure out how I was going to deal with Ronnie.
Although it was only one in the afternoon, it looked closer to six. The horizon a light grey and getting darker.
Traffic slowed as we approached the Waikiki and the convention center site. Construction as still going on, even in the rain. There were deadlines to meet. The tall naked girders loomed over us in the darkened sky. The incomplete structure did not look like a building that was coming up. Instead it looked like they were tearing it down.
ch5 pg 32-33
THE nightstand next to his mattress revealed a trashy novel and a calculator. The lamp that stood on it was a conservative raku ceramic piece. It all seemed innocent until his nightstand drawer revealed a Ruger SP101. What I had found was a five shot three fifty seven magnum revolver. Greenie had chosen the maximum fire power in the smallest package. The gun had done him no good.
The clothes in his closet made me change my opinion of Green. Apparently he spent all is money on clothes for his wardrobe was designer all the way. What Green spent on a pants and shirt could have clothed me for the next two years. The shoes he wore were strictly name brand. i don't think he had a pair there that was less than a couple hundred dollars.
His watches were a different story. He had them all organized in a row on top of his dresser. He preferred cheap look alikes, Swiss looking watches with quartz movements. His Rolex was probably a fake.
His wallet was still on his dresser; that told me he wasn't getting ready to leave. I searched it and found nothing but a couple of gold cards and his drivers license. I made a note of his social security number.
What I was doing was looking for his ledger. He would have put all his transactions in record, probably in a book. I came out of his bedroom and took another look around.
Greenie was a meticulous guy; his apartment was spotless. It was also freezing.
Something on the floor caught my eye.
There, under the coffee table was a small pendant. The ring that had fastened it to a chain was pulled apart. It was rectangular and engraved in the Hawaiian style of jewelry with an enameled name on it. I got on my knees and put it back under the table. If the table had not been glass, I would have missed it.
There was a small notepad next to the cordless phone. From under the table you could see some writing on the bottom of the pad. I got up and turned the pad over. There were three sets of initials and three sets of what I assumed were dollar amounts. I ripped off the paper and put it in my pocket. The police would have to do with the impressing on the next page.
Poor Greenie. He was all dressed up with no where to go. I wondered if the next elevator he took was going up or down.
I put the two grocery bags in a Hefty I found in the kitchen and left Greenie's apartment. My trip back to the Rover was uneventful. I tossed the garbage bag in the back.
"Where to now?" Kua asked.
I looked out through the rain streaked windshield of the Rover and shook my head. I don't know if it was the rain water or perspiration that dripped down the side of my face, but it had the same effect. The last thing I wanted to do was get mixed up in a murder.
"Take me to Elaine's."
Elaine's was a bar and grill, though not in the regular sense. They opened at six to serve breakfast and closed at one, just late enough to serve the end of shift dinner. Cocktails were served as long as the doors were open. I went there looking for Ronnie.
Ronald Crown was a detective in the police department. We had worked together on a couple of cases way back when. The reason I thought of him was that he liked football. Better yet, he liked to gamble on football.
The heavy rain made the traffic on Pensacola Street look like a parking lot. Kua made a right turn on Beretainia and stopped in the middle of midday traffic. We inched our way toward downtown through the rain and cars.
"What you up to Mr. Darling?"
I looked over at Kua and shrugged. "Just trying to help out the daughter of an old friend."
"She in big trouble."
He had seen her apartment.
"Yeah. It would seem so." I paused. "I got an old debt to pay."
Kua kept his eyes on the road. "You must have run up a big tab."
The clothes in his closet made me change my opinion of Green. Apparently he spent all is money on clothes for his wardrobe was designer all the way. What Green spent on a pants and shirt could have clothed me for the next two years. The shoes he wore were strictly name brand. i don't think he had a pair there that was less than a couple hundred dollars.
His watches were a different story. He had them all organized in a row on top of his dresser. He preferred cheap look alikes, Swiss looking watches with quartz movements. His Rolex was probably a fake.
His wallet was still on his dresser; that told me he wasn't getting ready to leave. I searched it and found nothing but a couple of gold cards and his drivers license. I made a note of his social security number.
What I was doing was looking for his ledger. He would have put all his transactions in record, probably in a book. I came out of his bedroom and took another look around.
Greenie was a meticulous guy; his apartment was spotless. It was also freezing.
Something on the floor caught my eye.
There, under the coffee table was a small pendant. The ring that had fastened it to a chain was pulled apart. It was rectangular and engraved in the Hawaiian style of jewelry with an enameled name on it. I got on my knees and put it back under the table. If the table had not been glass, I would have missed it.
There was a small notepad next to the cordless phone. From under the table you could see some writing on the bottom of the pad. I got up and turned the pad over. There were three sets of initials and three sets of what I assumed were dollar amounts. I ripped off the paper and put it in my pocket. The police would have to do with the impressing on the next page.
Poor Greenie. He was all dressed up with no where to go. I wondered if the next elevator he took was going up or down.
I put the two grocery bags in a Hefty I found in the kitchen and left Greenie's apartment. My trip back to the Rover was uneventful. I tossed the garbage bag in the back.
"Where to now?" Kua asked.
I looked out through the rain streaked windshield of the Rover and shook my head. I don't know if it was the rain water or perspiration that dripped down the side of my face, but it had the same effect. The last thing I wanted to do was get mixed up in a murder.
"Take me to Elaine's."
Elaine's was a bar and grill, though not in the regular sense. They opened at six to serve breakfast and closed at one, just late enough to serve the end of shift dinner. Cocktails were served as long as the doors were open. I went there looking for Ronnie.
Ronald Crown was a detective in the police department. We had worked together on a couple of cases way back when. The reason I thought of him was that he liked football. Better yet, he liked to gamble on football.
The heavy rain made the traffic on Pensacola Street look like a parking lot. Kua made a right turn on Beretainia and stopped in the middle of midday traffic. We inched our way toward downtown through the rain and cars.
"What you up to Mr. Darling?"
I looked over at Kua and shrugged. "Just trying to help out the daughter of an old friend."
"She in big trouble."
He had seen her apartment.
"Yeah. It would seem so." I paused. "I got an old debt to pay."
Kua kept his eyes on the road. "You must have run up a big tab."
ch5 pg 31-32
MICHAEL GREEN was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. The soles of his Nikes looked new, the latest style. His dark hair was carefully combed and cut short. On his right wrist he wore an I.D. bracelet, on his left was what looked like a Rolex. He was a handsome man who seemed like he held anything but a government job. Yuppie was the description that came to mind.
He lay there next to his coffee table with a wine bottle next to his hand. Greenie was colder than the beers in my refrigerator.
HIs apartment was sparsely furnished. To the left was the bedroom and to my right was his kitchen. I imagined him as the kind of person that liked money in the bank as opposed to material possessions. His living room consisted of a T.V. and a stereo; he didn't even own a DVD player. The couch looked second hand, or maybe just over used. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of paper towels from the dispenser hanging over the sink. I used them to search his place.
I poked around his spartan living room. There on his glass coffee table sat his cordless phone and a note pad. Sitting there in plain sight was a folder that held a plane ticket. Grasping it with the paper towel, I checked the date and destination. Greenie was going to Las Vegas. He had planned to take the Wednesday night redeye and return the next day. His arrival back in Honolulu was Thursday afternoon. Total time in the land of lost wages was five hours. I set the sheaf of tickets back on the glass.
His windows were all fogged because of the humidity, but from where I stood he had a spectacular view of a rain drenched Diamond Head.
I walked into his kitchen and looked into his refrigerator. This guy was the consummate bachelor. He lived off fast food or take out for the only thing in his fridge was some ketchup and beer. There wasn't even any ice in the freezer. There were two glasses on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. The first one I sniffed seemed to contain water, the other smelled like scotch. The dark liquid had settled to the bottom of the glass while the top part looked clear. A half empty bottle of Dewars with it's cap off stood near by. The cabinets below the counter yielded nothing.
Greenie's bathroom was surprisingly clean for a bachelor. Tooth paste and a disposable razor sat next to the sink. His slightly worn tooth brush hung by itself on the wall next to the basin. The toilet bowl was sparkling clean and filled with dyed antiseptic water. Toilet paper and scrubbing powder occupied the lower cabinets.
His bed was made military style, all the corners were tucked in. A light colored comforter covered the bed. The pillow cases matched the color of the sheets. If I had a quarter, I could have bounced one off his blanket. I slid my hand under the mattress and walked around his bed. I found nothing.
He lay there next to his coffee table with a wine bottle next to his hand. Greenie was colder than the beers in my refrigerator.
HIs apartment was sparsely furnished. To the left was the bedroom and to my right was his kitchen. I imagined him as the kind of person that liked money in the bank as opposed to material possessions. His living room consisted of a T.V. and a stereo; he didn't even own a DVD player. The couch looked second hand, or maybe just over used. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of paper towels from the dispenser hanging over the sink. I used them to search his place.
I poked around his spartan living room. There on his glass coffee table sat his cordless phone and a note pad. Sitting there in plain sight was a folder that held a plane ticket. Grasping it with the paper towel, I checked the date and destination. Greenie was going to Las Vegas. He had planned to take the Wednesday night redeye and return the next day. His arrival back in Honolulu was Thursday afternoon. Total time in the land of lost wages was five hours. I set the sheaf of tickets back on the glass.
His windows were all fogged because of the humidity, but from where I stood he had a spectacular view of a rain drenched Diamond Head.
I walked into his kitchen and looked into his refrigerator. This guy was the consummate bachelor. He lived off fast food or take out for the only thing in his fridge was some ketchup and beer. There wasn't even any ice in the freezer. There were two glasses on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. The first one I sniffed seemed to contain water, the other smelled like scotch. The dark liquid had settled to the bottom of the glass while the top part looked clear. A half empty bottle of Dewars with it's cap off stood near by. The cabinets below the counter yielded nothing.
Greenie's bathroom was surprisingly clean for a bachelor. Tooth paste and a disposable razor sat next to the sink. His slightly worn tooth brush hung by itself on the wall next to the basin. The toilet bowl was sparkling clean and filled with dyed antiseptic water. Toilet paper and scrubbing powder occupied the lower cabinets.
His bed was made military style, all the corners were tucked in. A light colored comforter covered the bed. The pillow cases matched the color of the sheets. If I had a quarter, I could have bounced one off his blanket. I slid my hand under the mattress and walked around his bed. I found nothing.
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