It was 7:30 pm on Saturday, where Pierce Hill was taken to the back of the Dalia Club. Sitting on a table made of mahogany, flowing from a thin green bottle and sometimes leaning back to blow smoke rings, Pierce waited patiently for the dinner date. It was in 1945 in South Beach in Miami. Tropical plants adorn the room that was located opposite the large open arches that led to a rooftop ballroom. A white blue light from the hotel lit a sign across the street faithfully bounced off the wall, filled the cigarette smoke room, and heard the sirens in the streets below. They cried, but not as much as Pierce used to work as a detective for the murder department at the Boston Police Department.
Police chief Davin Laporte tried unsuccessfully to force him to stay, and it has been only a few months since Pierce retired from his job in Boston, where he served for twenty years effortlessly. Enjoy the dark nights in a tough city, missed the days of wicked hunt without having to fill all the paperwork. Endless boring leaves. This was a big difference between his job in Boston and he became the owner of his own investigative agency in downtown Miami, and the paperwork seems to have never ended. Yes, there were times when he managed to take to the streets alongside Johnny Pattini, his mid-1920s interrogator, but most were stuck in the old brick office he rented on the second floor of a dilapidated building in downtown Miami.
He did not retire early so that he could fulfill his dream of owning his own investigative agency, although he often convinced himself that this was the reason. Pierce Hill retired until he was closer to the woman received by the doorman. She was wearing a black hat, a long black skirt with a red blouse decorated with flowers, a shiny red lips, and black high-heeled peep-toe shoes. Pierce's jaw dropped. He knew her five years ago and his jaw always fell.
Elizabeth! Pierce walked out as Fedora waved over his head, "I'm here!"
Elizabeth Booth was the most beautiful and smartest woman he ever met, and did not resemble most of the 53-year-old women at the time. One way or another, all the pressures that came with those years did not cease to age as most women were. There were no wrinkles under her eyes, and her skin made her look younger than 15 or 20 years old. She stood about five feet tall and weighed fifteen bucks.
Elizabeth walks to Pierce, following her move near the rhythm on a heavy wooden floor as she approaches.
"I don't think I've been here since 1942, and he's falling to some extent," shouted Elizabeth, carrying half an empty glass of beer next to her.
"Don't be ridiculous," Pierce replied. "We had drinks here less than 6 months ago, when I told you I was retiring."
"It may be true. However, I don't understand how in 1945 these places are still not taken care of," she said, leaning and pierce a kiss on his cheek. "How are you, Pierce?"
"Oh, I'm better off than I was a few minutes ago, and now that I've come," Pearce said, "I tried not to look excited to see her.
The truth was that Pierce had a lot in his mind today. His troublesome case was filed by Johnny Pattini, who seemed to be steeped in all the work that was put on his desk.
"In fact," Pierce continued, "I have a condition that my lucky happy assistant is feeling too much for. In the past two weeks, two women have been killed near Winter Beach. They were on their honeymoon and their husbands seemed to be completely disconnected.
You can tell Elizabeth when Pierce was only creating a conversation, and when he was actually struggling with an issue. The salt and pepper drinker he always carried seemed to be a little more pure when he was having trouble working.
"This reminds me of my case in 1940 in Boston, when three teenage boys drowned in exactly the same place in Boston Harbor. None of the boys was connected in any way except their age. He was involved, and no one could find any clues. He turned out to be reckless about his childhood and needed to get her out of someone who was already enjoying his youth. ”
Pierce stopped for a moment, hoping Elizabeth would give some encouragement, which she always did.
"So, do you think this might be some kind of random violence directed at newlyweds?" She replied.
"Exactly, the only problem is that I have no idea where to start looking for this man. In both cases, husbands had left their hotel for a few minutes, and when they returned their wives were shot in the back of the head with a .22 caliber. He leaves no evidence at all. No fingerprints, no identity, nothing, ”Pierce told her.
"Where exactly did all this happen, Pierce?" Elizabeth asked, intriguingly.
It took Pierce a minute to remember the names of the two hotels where the murders took place. The reason for this is that Pierce focused on the long, dark strip of dark hair that fell out of place and was completely hanging over Elizabeth's magnificent eyes. They took him back to the day they met on a passenger ship from New York Harbor in the late 1930s.
"One was at the Mangrove Inn, the other at the Hurricane Hotel," Pierce answered the question, once he remembered what the conversation was about. "Why did you ask that?" Is complete.
"I know the owners of most hotels in Winter Beach," replied Elizabeth. "Actually, Lisa Porter is the owner of each of those hotels I just mentioned. Have you talked to her yet?"
Pierce shook his head. He was unable to contact Ms. Porter, but not because of not trying. Every time he turned the phone on the phone to call her, he only heard the ringing on the other end.
"She seems out of town and I have no way to contact her," Pierce said. "How do you own two hotels, the scene of two different killings, that make you unavailable to the local police?"
"Well, maybe you're not trying to make a big enough effort, Pierce said," said Elizabeth, with a broad smile on her face. "Stop by my office tomorrow at 1:30 and I'll ask you to call her on the phone."
Pierce was not the kind of person who trusted others to fulfill what they had promised, but he always knew that Elizabeth could be relied on. In addition, she was in touch with almost everyone in South Florida.
As the conversation drew to a close, Pierce and Elizabeth spent the rest of the evening watching everything from their favorite films and some post-war politics and news.
The next day, at 1:20, Pierce Hall arrived at the local college where Elizabeth Booth was a professor of English. When Pierce entered Elizabeth's office, he noticed how easy it was to get through and find her office. This was much different from the first time he visited Elizabeth in her apartment. Security in South Beach during the war was impossible to navigate, especially where Elizabeth lived. The streets were not only lined with police officers, but military uniforms were found in most corners near her neighborhood.
As Pierce walked into Elizabeth's office, he began to say something but noticed that she was on the phone.
"Here is Lisa, he just entered. I'll hand over the phone to him and I'm sure he has some questions for you," Elizabeth said over the phone. She continued handing over the phone to Pierce. "She's Lisa Porter, the hotel owner I was telling me last night. She was at her beach house in Carolina, but I managed to track down a number of my colleagues."
"Hello Mrs. Porter, how are you?"
“Well, Mr. Hill, I would have been better off to know that my investment was the site of my murder. Pierce was unable to listen to the ultra-clear sound that Ms. Porter was.
"I'm sorry for all the hype Mrs. Porter, but I was wondering if you could give us some help. Do you have any idea who would have been this? Someone has access to the rooms in both hotels?"
Lisa replied: "The only person who has access to all of my hotels is the cleaning boy." Well, he's not really a boy. Skip Daniels is his name, he's 35 years old and awfully. Strange, but it leaves those rooms shining. "
After a few minutes of conversation, Pierce collected the contact information for Skip Daniels and thanked Ms. Porter for her help. Then Pierce thanked Elizabeth and told her he was going to look for the clean boy. Pierce and Elizabeth argued in the next few minutes because Elizabeth felt she would be wanted in this task and Peres never wanted to put women, especially Elizabeth, at risk. However, as usual, Elizabeth won the argument and headed for an apartment that skipped Daniels in downtown Pierce Coupe Dodge 1938.
When they arrived at the running complex, which seemed to be part of the bombing in Nazi Germany, Pierce and Elizabeth marched to section 5, the apartment where Skip Daniels lived.
Pierce knocked the old wooden door for several minutes unanswered.
"Just break it, Pierce," Elizabeth said categorically. However, she kicked the door as hard as she could, knocking out the hinges.
"I think that's the way to do it," said Pierce, a little surprised by her strength.
As they walked into the apartment, Pierce made sure that his police pistol.38 was close at hand. This was not noticed, but Elizabeth took a different route through the kitchen as Pierce headed towards the bedroom.
The apartment looked empty until Pierce walked into the busy bedroom. Black and white pictures of beautiful women are lined on the cracked bedroom walls. Pearce was almost disgusted with the number of posters. Each of them had a note written on it, and they seemed to be love letters from a dysfunctional man. As Pierce continued his way through the bedroom, he heard someone breathe from the closet. Pierce opened the closet and saw a man wearing only boxer shorts gathering in the corner.
"Skip Daniels, I suppose?" Buy Pierce trough online!
"You don't have anything one to me!" The man shouted. "You don't know me! You don't know what I went through! These guys don't deserve to have these women in their lives!"
Later, without warning, Skip Daniels jumped toward Pierce Hall and grabbed his gun from the wallet. A gun battle ensued. Pierce has always been able to deal with criminals in the past, but his body was in its infancy. He took his right hook to his left eye and immediately felt a crack in his bones.
At that moment, Elizabeth heard shouting, "Come down from him! Come down from him, mushy! Come down or go!"
Pierce never saw Elizabeth carrying a weapon, but she seemed to know how to use it. Apparently she heard the battle and stepped in to help Pierce. When she saw the gun lying on the ground, she picked it up and captured the position.
Because local police took Skip Daniels to court for trial, Pierce was able to gather a lot of information about the man's history in his apartment. It seems as if Scape has recently suggested to his old girlfriend, but he will be rejected. It seems that she was cheating on him with another man and Scape felt he had lost what was right.
"I think he will go away," said Pierce, weary of the excitement today.
"Yes, and you have to thank him for his survival," Elizabeth told him in a realistic tone.
"You know, Elizabeth Booth, will make your eye especially good and your resistance useless!"
With these spoken words, Pierce took Elizabeth to his car and took her to her home. He only knew that this would be the first of many cases in which he would rely on Elizabeth Booth to help bring criminals to justice.