EVERYBODY’S LUCK RUNS OUT SOMEDAY
The Gay Detective: Curiosity Killed the Cat Burglar
You just never know when your day’s gonna go completely to shit
Lennie Cavanagh, cat burglar and middle-rank jewel thief, died early Sunday morning. Tangled in his spare rope, hanging off a fourth-floor fire escape. His toes inches above the pavement.
“What’re the odds? Another foot an’ he’d a’ been home free.” Harry shook his head. “Must’ve been having a real bad night. Not like Ol’ Lennie to be so careless.”
Harry’s sergeant, Ed, rounded the corner of the elegant brownstone. “Building manager says the complex is empty. Replacing the water mains. Tenants are all abroad or staying with relatives.”
One of the crime scene techs who’d worked his way up the fire escape to the fourth floor waved. “You gotta get into this apartment. I’m sending pictures.”
Harry’s phone dinged. He took a quick look. “Ed, get the building manager to open up. And get a team in there. The boss and I’ll be right up.”
He held out his phone. Heavy drapes blocked most of the light but the morning sun spilled through a narrow opening. Revealed in stark detail an elderly couple, bound together, unmoving, on the floor.
