- Steele Truths
- Part Five
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- As they ate breakfast in the conference room, all three scanned
for other lefties. Murphy, sitting on the other side of Laura,
leaned toward her. "I can't believe that we're the only
left handed people in the room, Laura." His eyes narrowed.
"Wait a minute. Someone's missing."
"How can you tell?" Laura asked.
"Not again," Remington moaned.
"I had the hotel set exactly enough places for us. There's
one over there that's unused."
Laura looked at Remington, who stood up, touching a spoon to
his water glass to gain everyone's attention. "I need to
find out who's not here. I want everyone to look around -"
"Mr. Flannery," someone said. "From Texas."
Laura looked at the list of names. "John Flannery, Room
201."
As she rose, the others started to do the same, but Remington
held up his hands. "She's going to call Lt. Craig,"
he told them. "The Lieutenant has asked that he be called
before we do anything else."
"He might have overslept," Elliot Tedford pointed out.
"I think someone should go and check. Why don't you and
Mr. Micheals go up, Mr. Steele?"
Remington looked at Murphy, who frowned and stood up. "After
you, Mr. Steele."
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- "Your hostility leaves me at a loss, Murphy," Remington
said as they rode upstairs in the elevator. "I never thought
you disliked me so much -"
"I just have a problem with things coming too easy to people,
that's all. And I'm getting a little tired of looking at the
LA papers and finding another picture of you reporting another
case solved by the great Remington Steele. Especially when I
know that Remington Steele doesn't exist."
"Fair enough. It's not me as much as my taking the credit
for solving a case -"
"And the person who did most of the work gets zilch,"
Murphy said as they stopped before Flannery's room. He lifted
his hand to knock, only to have the door open under his fist.
"Mr. Flannery?" Murphy called. There was no answer,
and Murphy started forward.
Remington stopped him. "I think we should wait, Murphy -"
"So you have an audience?" Murphy asked, pulling his
arm away and going into the room. Remington's jaw set upon hearing
Murphy's remark as he hovered in the doorway. "Get in here,
Steele," Murphy said. "Just don't touch anything.
John Flannery was on the floor beside the bed. "He's dead?"
"Yeah," Murphy confirmed as he knelt beside the man.
He the wound in the man's back. "Shot through the heart,
I'd say." There was a pillow nearby with powder burns and
a hole in it. "The killer must have used this to muffle
the gunshot. And his body's not cold, yet. He hasn't been dead
very long - and he was already dressed, so he was ready to go
downstairs - "
"Very good, Mr. Micheals," Lt. Craig drawled from the
doorway, an officer at his back. "I thought we agreed-"
"The door was open," Remington explained."
"Go back downstairs, tell everyone that I want them back
in their rooms for questioning. The coroner's right behind me.
Any sign of the gun?"
"Nothing," Murphy responded.
"If the pattern in the other murders hold," Remington
said, "One of the others will find it in their room."
- Laura started for the elevators as the coroner entered the
hotel. "Another one?" a voice said at her elbow.
Turning, Laura frowned at Sybil. "Apparently so."
"You know, I'm very glad that I'm not a P.I., after all.
Very dangerous business. I suppose I should be grateful to you
for not backing me up with Alan."
"Backing you up?" Laura asked, eyes wide. "What
was there to back up? You nearly cost me MY liscense." She
saw Remington and Murphy approaching. "Excuse me, Sybil."
"Of course. Do be careful, Laura. I'd hate for something
to happen to you- or that dishy husband of yours." She glided
off toward the restaurant.
"He's was shot, Laura," Remington said. "Where
did everyone go?"
"They're still in the conference room, waiting for some
word about Mr. Flannery."
- Lt. Craig returned to the conference room to meet with Laura,
Remington, and Murphy after questioning everyone else. "Did
you find the murder weapon?" Laura asked as Murphy paced
the room restlessly.
"It was in Lee Thompson's room. He claims never to have
seen it- and I tend to believe him, since the serial number has
been filed off - and his prints aren't on it. Besides which,
Thompson has an alibi for the murder -"
"An alibi?" Murphy asked.
"He was in the hotel swimming pool- and there were ten other
people there that can back him up."
"That's a relief," Laura said. "I didn't think
Lee would be capable of murdering anyone."
"You know Mr. Thompson?" Lt. Craig asked.
"We worked together years ago," she confirmed.
Craig shook his head. "I've got to admit, Mr. Steele, that
this case has me stumped. None of the victims knew each other,
had ever worked together - there was no reason for anyone to
kill them- "
"Then I'd suggest you start looking for a tie between the
people whose rooms the murder weapons were found," Remington
suggestes as his attention was caught by a page for Remington
Steele, asking him to pick up a lobby phone. Worried that it
might be Agatha, that something was wrong with the children,
Remington told Laura, "I'll be right back."
"Alright, let's look for that link that Mr. Steele mentioned,"
Craig said. "You and Mr. Micheals know each other - he used
to work for Mr. Steele."
"Yeah. For Mr. Steele," Murphy confirmed.
"And what about Mr. Thompson?"
Laura nodded. "At the Havenhurst Agency. The three of us
started our training there."
"Started?"
"Lee left Havenhurst after a misunderstanding with Alan
- our boss. He finished his apprenticeship in San Diego."
"So all three of you were at Havenhurst."
At Craig's statement, both Laura and Murphy looked at each other.
"Sybil," Murphy said. "And she's left handed."
"Sybil?" asked Craig.
- Remington picked up the telephone, then froze as he felt
the gun in his side. "Put it down, Mr. Steele."
He turned slightly to smile nervously at Sybil Blaylock. "Miss
Blaylock. What-"
She jabbed the gun farther into his side. "I need to talk
to you, Mr. Steele -"
"At gunpoint?"
"Just to make certain you listen. Why don't we go upstairs
to my room where we won't be disturbed?" She linked her
right arm through his, the gun still in her left, hidden by their
arms. "Now, Mr. Steele."
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