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Ryan Parish PI is engaged to find Rosie's missing son, Wilson. According to Rosie, Wilson failed to return from spending a week with his father, Rosie's ex. What seems like a straight forward case, soon goes off the rails and leaves Ryan wondering if anything Rosie told him is, in fact, true.

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Rosie

A Ryan Parish PI Short Story

Peter Mulraney

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events, other than those clearly in the public domain, are the products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2019 by Peter Mulraney

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Cover image is taken from a photograph by Hunters Race on Unsplash

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Contents

Rosie

A note from Peter

Crime Titles by Peter Mulraney

Rosie

Sometimes, a man makes a mistake. Getting involved with Miranda might be one of mine. Don’t get me wrong. The sex is fantastic. She’s a great cook and fun to be with, but she’s got friends in the wrong places. I wish I’d known more about her friends before I decided to bed her, if I can claim that as a decision I made.

Miranda works as a paralegal for Bannister and Broom. That’s where I met her. I do a lot of cases for them. A couple of months ago, she invited me out and things went from there.

I didn’t think we had much in common and thought we’d have a short, lust-inspired relationship before things went back to normal. That was my pattern. Women seem to float into and out of my life all the time.

Miranda has other ideas.

After a couple of dates, the bedding decision was made. Now, she lives at my place. I’m not complaining about that. I’m enjoying that part. It’s the stuff she gets me involved in that’s got me worried.

It started innocently enough. Miranda turned up at my office with a woman she introduced as her friend Rosie.

‘You’ll help Rosie find her son, won’t you, Ryan?’

‘That depends,’ I said.

‘On what?’

‘If she can pay my fee, for starters,’ I said.

‘How much do you charge?’ said Rosie.

Money was always an issue for me. There never seemed to be enough of it in my account when I wanted to spend some on myself. I’d made a rule never to take a job I wouldn’t get paid for, which is why I did a lot of work for Miranda’s employer. Law firms always pay.

‘A hundred and twenty five an hour. First ten hours up front. No refund.’

Rosie didn’t even blink. ‘Oh, that won’t be a problem, but what happens after the first ten hours?’

‘We’ll talk and decide if you want me to continue,’ I said.

‘And, if we do?’

‘I’ll ask you for more money.’

Rosie smiled. What she was wearing probably cost more than the amount I wanted to start work on her case.

‘So, you’ll do it?’ said Miranda.

‘Not so fast, honey. Money’s only one consideration. I need to know why Rosie wants to find her son.’

‘She’s his mother, silly.’

Being his mother might have seemed a perfectly logical reason for locating the lad to Miranda but it wasn’t enough for me. I needed to know more.

‘How long has your son been missing?’ I asked.

‘A week.’

‘How old is he?’

‘Fourteen.’

Rosie didn’t look old enough to be the mother of a fourteen-year-old boy.

‘Have you tried calling him?’ I asked.

‘He doesn’t answer his phone,’ said Rosie.

‘Maybe he doesn’t want to speak to you,’ I said.

‘But I want to speak to him,’ said Rosie.

There had been days in my youth when I hadn’t wanted to speak to my mother, especially after I’d spent time at my father’s place.

‘You divorced, Rosie?’ I asked, suspecting we might be talking about a custody issue.

She nodded. ‘A couple of years ago.’

I looked at Miranda. Divorce was Bannister and Broom’s specialty.

‘We acted for Rosie,’ said Miranda. ‘We’ve been friends ever since. I told her if anyone could find Wilson, you could.’

‘Thanks for the vote of confidence.’ I turned back to Rosie. ‘Who’s got custody?’

‘It’s supposed to be shared, week about.’

‘So, he hasn’t come back from his father’s?’ I asked.

‘No.’

‘You been to the police?’ I asked.

‘I don’t want them involved,’ said Rosie. ‘That would really piss off Ross. He hates that sort of publicity.’

‘Ross?’ I asked.

‘Ross Stingway,’ said Rosie. ‘Perhaps you’ve heard of him.’

I’d heard of him alright. He was one of those guys always in the news. He’d made his fortune buying and selling highrise office towers, and had a reputation for getting his way.

‘Why don’t you just ask him what’s going on?

‘I can’t find him,’ said Rosie. ‘That’s why I need your help.’

‘So, they’re both missing?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know if they’re missing or just hiding from me,’ said Rosie. ‘Ross likes to play games, especially with me.’

‘Have you tried your son’s school?’ I asked.

‘They won’t talk to me,’ said Rosie. ‘Ross pays their fees. He insisted on absolute control of Wilson’s schooling. That was part of the settlement.’

I looked at Miranda. Her expression told me I would be taking the case if I expected the good life to continue. I smiled, to let her know I’d understood the message.

‘Okay, Rosie, there are a few things I’m going to need.’

I studied the photographs of Wilson Stingway Rosie had sent me. He was a good-looking lad with blond hair and blue eyes. She’d also sent several photos of her ex-husband. The boy was a younger version of his father. I slipped my phone into my pocket and went out to look around the Stingway world.