Whodunit Did It, Book #1 of the Bader Trilogy - Whodunit not happy with new driver.

Today’s excerpt is from Whodunit Did It, Book #1 of the Bader Trilogy.  Whodunit not pleased when his new driver shoots a cop.  Enjoy and have a great day. 

m.j.

 

He had also taken a trip to Mexico.  While there he had purchased several nice disguise outfits, bought for use in robberies.  The masks were the best he had tried to date.  He also bought some clothing to disguise his weight.  Next, he bought a pair of shoes with lifts, to make him appear an inch and a half taller than he actually was.  Lovejoy had told him he worked on a cash-only basis.  He did not have, nor did he want, a banking account or credit card.  What Lovejoy did not tell him was he had no driver’s license.  He had been driving without one for nearly ten years.  And he had no intention of ever getting one again.  He also didn’t tell “Whodunit” he always armed himself before any job.  He had a thirty-eight revolver in a hidden compartment of his luggage.  It only came out when he felt it might be necessary. 

The night of the robbery, Lovejoy drove “Whodunit” to the check-cashing business ten minutes after the armored truck left.  There was a sign on the door stating the business would be closed for fifteen minutes.  “Whodunit” simply shot out the lock on his way in.  When the clerk of the business came running out, “Whodunit” pointed his weapon at him.  “I really have no need to kill you, but I want the money just delivered.”

Too fast, the attendant replied, “The money is in the safe—I don’t have the combination.”

“Wrong answer,” “Whodunit” said as he shot the man in the shoulder, then added, “the next bullet is bound for your heart.  The money, please.”

Three minutes later, “Whodunit” left with a large bag filled with cash.  Lovejoy was an experienced getaway driver.  He drove off with “Whodunit” in the car at a speed just a mile over the speed limit.  All would have been well, except the car Lovejoy had stolen for the job had, of all things, a tail light out.  They were only two blocks from the parking garage where Whodunit’s car was parked, when the red flashing lights appeared in the rear view mirror.  Lovejoy calmly pulled over and lowered his window.  The patrolmen walked forward in a normal pace.  “Whodunit,” looking over his shoulder, felt things would go fine, as the patrolman surely would not mosey up to the car if he knew it had just been used in a robbery, after having been stolen.  The patrolman bent down, “Sir, you have a tail light out.  May I please see your driver’s license?”

Lovejoy reached inside his coat, pulled his gun out, then shot the patrolman.  He calmly drove off to the parking garage.  When they got there, Lovejoy drove up to the second floor, where “Whodunit’s” car was parked, and when he saw no space next to it, parked two cars down.  Neither man had spoken since the patrolman had been shot.  “Whodunit” took a deep breath, exhaled, opened his door, and, as he got out, brought his gun to bear on Lovejoy.  He shot him in the temple.  He hurried to his own car and drove home.

 

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