Page 15 of Wolf's Whistle
“Treat this house as your own. If you want a peach, eat a peach.”
Richard laughed as he bit into one and the juices dripped down his chin. Julien had to restrain himself from licking Richard’s lips.
A phone rang. It sounded like it came from Richard’s pocket. His Mate fished for his phone.
Chapter Four
Julien’s Townhouse
Thursday, Last Week in June
“Hello?”
“Richard?”
“Yes…”
“This is Bill Lutz.”
“Hi, what can I do for you?”
“Where are you?”
“I left last night to go to Manhattan to start my new job.” Richard heard a gruff voice in the background.
Julien mouthed, “Put it on speaker.” Richard pushed the button.
“Richard Kerrigan?”
“Who is this please?”
“This is Detective Chester Stawski. Davilor Kasun was murdered last night. Where were you last night at eleven?”
His gut clenched. “Uh, I was in the air on a private plane on its way from O’Hare to La Guardia with about sixty-four other people. I didn’t like Davilor Kasun, but I didn’t murder him,” Richard said in consternation.
“Do you have a ticket stub?” The officer was persistent.
“I was on a private plane, but there were sixty people on the plane, including the whole Board of Directors of Garou Industries and their husbands.”
Julien spoke up from the background. “Does my fiancé need a lawyer, Detective? There happens to have been one on the plane.”
“Who is this?”
“This is Julien Bellaire. I’m Director of Production and Quality Assurance at Garou Industries, Mr. Kerrigan is my fiancé, and I came to Chicago to attend a wedding reception in Highland Park and met Mr. Kerrigan there.”
“Mr. Kerrigan, for the record, whose wedding were you attending?”
Richard frowned but didn’t contradict Julien. “I went to the wedding reception of Julio Reyes, an old friend and his new husband, Etienne Daurensbourg. They wed in Manhattan but had a reception in Highland Park because Etienne has a large family.”
“Why is it this fiancé of yours has never been mentioned before?”
Julien interrupted smoothly. “We can produce over sixty affidavits as to Richard’s whereabouts last night. If you like, you can fly to New York and collect them. Otherwise, I think my fiancé should have a lawyer present if you wish to question him further.”
“Since he’s not being accused of anything and we want him only as a material witness, he doesn’t need a lawyer.”
“I’m afraid I think he does.” Julien tapped his foot on the marble floor.
“We’ll do that, Mr. Bellaire. Who is the lawyer?”
