Chapter 8 Four People, Three of them Dead

Chapter 8 Four People, Three of them Dead

That Sunday, Mitch went to visit his brother Ray in prison again. There was some information he wanted. They chatted for a while and then Mitch said, 'You once told me in a letter that you knew a prisoner who used to be a cop in Memphis and now works there as a private investigator. I can't remember his name.' 'Eddie Lomax. Yeah. Cops are hated in here. I helped him out once in a fight; they were killing him. We became friends. He still writes to me. He's been out about three years now.' 'Thanks.' 'Why do you need him?' 'A lawyer friend's wife is cheating on him. Is Lomax good?' 'Yeah, I think so. He's made some money, anyway. You'll find him in the phone book.'

A guard walked by and reminded them that it was nearly time for visitors to leave. 'Is there anything I can send you?' asked Mitch. 'Any language tapes?' Ray had learned several languages while he was in prison. 'Yeah, something on Greek, please. And a picture of Abby and of your house. You're the first McDeere in a hundred years to own a house.' 'OK. I'll see you next month.'

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Lomax's secretary, Tammy, was blonde, about forty years old but still sexy. She wore short skirts and a low-cut blouse. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs while Mitch was waiting for Lomax to get off the phone.

When Mitch eventually got into the office Lomax stood up behind his desk and held out his hand. 'So you're Mitchell McDeere. It's good to meet you.'

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