DEAD MAN'S JUSTICE - A Place of Evil (Stone & McLeish Thriller Series of Stories Book 2) by Gregory Stenson Page B
Authors: Gregory Stenson
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The call was answered after five rings.
‘Mrs. Randall?’
‘Yes, this is Mrs. Randall, who’s speaking?’
‘This is Ewen McLeish Ma’am, please call me Mac.’
‘Mac.’ She had remembered his name and knew exactly who he was. How could she forget the name of one of the men who were there when her husband had been killed. ‘It’s so good to hear your voice, is Mr. Stone with you?’
‘Not exactly Ma’am. I just arrived at JFK, he came up yesterday and…well, it’s difficult, he’s run into a bit of a problem.’
‘So he’s here in New York? Good then as soon as he sorts out his problem you’ll both be at the funeral this afternoon won’t you?’
‘Umm no Ma’am, not until he’s released.’
‘What do you mean Mac, released? Where is he?’
‘I don’t want to distress you Ma’am, it’s complicated. I’ll get it sorted out as quickly as I can Ma’am.’
‘Mac. Tell me, please, I need to see you both this afternoon; I have a very important job for you. You must be there. Now tell me where is he?’
‘He’s in a holding cell Ma’am, he’s…he’s been arrested, for the murder of your husband.’ There was a moment’s silence on the line. Mac knew that the information would not be what she should hear on the day of her late husband’s funeral. ‘Ma’am. Are you okay? I’m sorry there was no other way of telling you. He’s being framed Ma’am, we’re pretty sure we know who’s behind it; we just have to get him released. I brought some forensic evidence with me that at least will prove that Stone is innocent. We have the gun, the bullet and a finger print.’
‘Mac does Stone have a lawyer?’
‘No Ma’am, he doesn’t think he needs one.’
‘I’m going to get Anthony Bloom my excellent lawyer down there. He’ll have Stone out in minutes. Where is he being held?’
‘The 113th precinct on Baisley in Queens Ma’am.’
‘Meet us there in two hours.’
Okay Ma’am I’ll see you then.’
Mac would just about have enough time to get over to the hotel in Brooklyn and then make his way over to Queens to meet Mrs. Randall at the precinct as requested.
Mrs. Randall called Bloom who was playing golf and told him to pick her up as soon as he could. He was about to complain that he was in the middle of a very important game with some new clients and then remembered just how much the Randall family business had contributed to his financial success over the last few years. ‘I’ll be over in about 45 minutes’ he said.
Bloom had been a close friend of Guy Randall and was saddened at the news of his death. He attended to all of the legal business for the Randall family; property matters; investments; and of course wills and probate arrangements. One of the last transactions that he undertook for Guy Randall was the preparation of joint ownership documents for the Central Park apartment, which he inherited from his mother who had passed away earlier in the year. In a shrewd, manipulative move, Rachel had successfully persuaded Guy to add her name as a test of his love for her. It was no coincidence that the property would become wholly owned by Rachel should Guy Randall succumb before her. Mrs. Randall had no knowledge of the apartment or certain other matters pertaining to Guy’s personal business.
Guy Randall swore Bloom to professional secrecy about the apartment and he was well recompensed for his discretion, extremely well.
Chapter 14
For the second time in as many months Stone found himself lying on a jail cell bunk staring at the ceiling. The two cells were very different though and two thousand miles apart, but his anger, resentment and suspicion of the police, was strangely the same. The food was better, he thought.
Despite the wrongful arrest and the inconvenience, he was sure that eventually justice would prevail and that he would soon be on his way to seeing his daughter Laura. Her smile and hug would wash away his problems and the
‘Mrs. Randall?’
‘Yes, this is Mrs. Randall, who’s speaking?’
‘This is Ewen McLeish Ma’am, please call me Mac.’
‘Mac.’ She had remembered his name and knew exactly who he was. How could she forget the name of one of the men who were there when her husband had been killed. ‘It’s so good to hear your voice, is Mr. Stone with you?’
‘Not exactly Ma’am. I just arrived at JFK, he came up yesterday and…well, it’s difficult, he’s run into a bit of a problem.’
‘So he’s here in New York? Good then as soon as he sorts out his problem you’ll both be at the funeral this afternoon won’t you?’
‘Umm no Ma’am, not until he’s released.’
‘What do you mean Mac, released? Where is he?’
‘I don’t want to distress you Ma’am, it’s complicated. I’ll get it sorted out as quickly as I can Ma’am.’
‘Mac. Tell me, please, I need to see you both this afternoon; I have a very important job for you. You must be there. Now tell me where is he?’
‘He’s in a holding cell Ma’am, he’s…he’s been arrested, for the murder of your husband.’ There was a moment’s silence on the line. Mac knew that the information would not be what she should hear on the day of her late husband’s funeral. ‘Ma’am. Are you okay? I’m sorry there was no other way of telling you. He’s being framed Ma’am, we’re pretty sure we know who’s behind it; we just have to get him released. I brought some forensic evidence with me that at least will prove that Stone is innocent. We have the gun, the bullet and a finger print.’
‘Mac does Stone have a lawyer?’
‘No Ma’am, he doesn’t think he needs one.’
‘I’m going to get Anthony Bloom my excellent lawyer down there. He’ll have Stone out in minutes. Where is he being held?’
‘The 113th precinct on Baisley in Queens Ma’am.’
‘Meet us there in two hours.’
Okay Ma’am I’ll see you then.’
Mac would just about have enough time to get over to the hotel in Brooklyn and then make his way over to Queens to meet Mrs. Randall at the precinct as requested.
Mrs. Randall called Bloom who was playing golf and told him to pick her up as soon as he could. He was about to complain that he was in the middle of a very important game with some new clients and then remembered just how much the Randall family business had contributed to his financial success over the last few years. ‘I’ll be over in about 45 minutes’ he said.
Bloom had been a close friend of Guy Randall and was saddened at the news of his death. He attended to all of the legal business for the Randall family; property matters; investments; and of course wills and probate arrangements. One of the last transactions that he undertook for Guy Randall was the preparation of joint ownership documents for the Central Park apartment, which he inherited from his mother who had passed away earlier in the year. In a shrewd, manipulative move, Rachel had successfully persuaded Guy to add her name as a test of his love for her. It was no coincidence that the property would become wholly owned by Rachel should Guy Randall succumb before her. Mrs. Randall had no knowledge of the apartment or certain other matters pertaining to Guy’s personal business.
Guy Randall swore Bloom to professional secrecy about the apartment and he was well recompensed for his discretion, extremely well.
Chapter 14
For the second time in as many months Stone found himself lying on a jail cell bunk staring at the ceiling. The two cells were very different though and two thousand miles apart, but his anger, resentment and suspicion of the police, was strangely the same. The food was better, he thought.
Despite the wrongful arrest and the inconvenience, he was sure that eventually justice would prevail and that he would soon be on his way to seeing his daughter Laura. Her smile and hug would wash away his problems and the
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