1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines


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    to his missing car. It was definitely incriminating, but it wasn't enough. A good lawyer would just argue his car was stolen, perhaps by the missing Christy whom Kyle claimed had ran off. So he would treat Kyle merely as a witness and see if the young man wouldn't dig his own grave without realizing it. The door opened. The Detective recognized Kyle from his drivers license photo. He had an unusual heritage, half-Japanese and half-Arab, his dark-olive skin seemed flushed and his almond-shaped eyes shifted. “Thank you for coming,” Detective Donnar said. “I really appreciate you helping with the search for your missing wife.” “You still haven't found her?” he asked, walking around the desk to sit across from him. “Afraid not.” The Detective glanced down at his shoes, noting the brand. The same brand as the larger of the footprints they found in the torn up mud. Another circumstantial piece of evidence, but if you had enough of those, someone would look very guilty before a jury. Kyle sat down, dropping his backpack on the floor, then he grasped his hands, rubbing them together. “What can I tell you? I want Christy to be found and try and work things out with her.” “One sec.” He turned on the recorder. “This is Detective Donnar, Pierce County Sheriff's Department, Major Crime Unit, interviewing Kyle Unmei, January 24th, 2014 at, uh, 10:36 AM. When was the last time you saw Christy?” “Two days ago.” “That would be Wednesday, the 22nd?” Kyle nodded. “Could you say yes, for the ...
    recording.” “Sorry. Yeah. We, uh, had a fight. She...” His eyes looked to the left. “She drove off in her car. I thought she went to her parent's. I don't know where she went.” That's not the story he told Christy's mom. Donnar had to fight not to smile. “What did you fight about?” “My other wife, Aaliyah. Christy was...jealous of her.” Kyle sighed, his face twisting. “I thought Christy was okay with it, but I was wrong.” “You sound angry.” “We said, um, hurtful things. It wasn't a pretty fight.” He leaned forward, squeezing his hands together. “I just want her to come back. But, I guess, she needs to work somethings out.” “And what did you know about her book club?” “They're the ones who are dead?” “Some of them. The other three members, including your girlfriend, are all missing. Do you know what they were discussing in this club?” “What they were discussing?” Kyle shook his head. “Eh, not really. Books, I guess. She never talked about it.” “And did Christy ever tell you about where they met?” “At Ms. Franklin's house,” the young man growled, his fist clenching as his face warred to keep his anger hidden. Has Kyle seen the photos? Did he know the sexual relationship his girlfriend had with her teacher? “Nowhere else? Like any house out in Graham?” “No. She never told me about the log cabin.” The Detective hid his smile. No one outside the investigation knew it was a log cabin. “Are you sure you've never taken Christy out there?” He needed Kyle to be a hundred percent clear so ...
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