In a Deadly Vein (Michael Shayne, Book 7)
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On vacation in a small mining town in Colorado, Mike and Phyllis just happen to be present when a young actress spots her long lost prospector daddy peering in through the window. He is promptly found dead in the street with the back of his skull in an altered condition, and the game is afoot.
dropped and swung loosely from his shoulders. “Says who?” one of the punks asked. He put the palm of his hand on Shayne’s chest and pushed. Shayne’s right looped to the point of his sharp chin in a long uppercut. The back of the gunsel’s head thumped against the wall. He wavered there for an instant, then slid to the floor. His twin ripped out an oath and clawed under his coat for a shoulder holster, backing away. Shayne moved swiftly on the balls of his feet, his gray eyes points of steel.
His eyes were sly as a fox’s at times, and again he appeared simple as a child. He hated Jasper Windrow, and made no real effort to hide that hatred. He had quarreled with Pete after they filed their claims—and he claimed to have an alibi for the time of Pete’s death. Shayne’s probing thoughts went back to Jasper Windrow again. Bryant was ruled out of the picture as far as Strenk was concerned, but it appeared to Shayne highly probable that Windrow might be the defaulting loser from whom
questions that came to his mind. “If he wants to avoid you, he’s had plenty of time to get lost in this crowd while we were getting through the lobby.” “He wouldn’t—oh, I don’t know!” Her voice fell despondently. They reached the west side of the hotel and looked back toward the patio outside the window, but there was no one there. “I must have sounded insane,” Nora Carson moaned. “But it was my father. I haven’t seen him for ten years, but I know. And he recognized me, too. I could tell.”
you just heard him positively identify a live man as his old friend.” “And I suppose he’ll now conveniently disappear again,” sneered Bryant. “And nobody will be able to prove he isn’t Dalcor. How much did you pay Raton to come here and pull a phony identification?” Shayne said, “I think Mr. Raton’s reputation will make him a credible witness if the question arises in court.” He moved slowly toward Bryant. “I wonder why you’re sticking your oar in. What stake do you have in proving Dalcor
from the flume just behind him was the rushing sound of flood waters, just now reaching town from an evening cloudburst high in the mountains. His eyes were bleak as he stalked back to the front door and regained his seat in time for the next curtain. He was silent and morose through the rest of the performance while Christine Forbes turned her opportunity into a personal triumph, and when the final curtain came down, he again strode out while the ancient playhouse echoed with applause.