Calling Dead: A Cold Poker Gang Mystery: Cold Poker Gang, #3
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The retired Las Vegas detectives in the Cold Poker Gang work hard to solve cold cases. Sometimes, those cases bring back personal nightmares.
Deciding to tackle one of the coldest cold cases in the files, retired detectives Lott, Rogers, and Andor uncover far more than simple murder, and possibly the worst serial killer ever.
A twisted mystery that will keep you reading to the last page.
"…Dean Wesley Smith draws a royal straight flush by making the hand he deals readers seem possible with this exhilarating political poker thriller…"
—Midwest Book Review on Dead Money
Dean Wesley Smith
Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, USA Today bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith published far more than a hundred novels in forty years, and hundreds of short stories across many genres. At the moment he produces novels in several major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the Old West, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the urban fantasy Ghost of a Chance series, a superhero series starring Poker Boy, and a mystery series featuring the retired detectives of the Cold Poker Gang. His monthly magazine, Smith’s Monthly, which consists of only his own fiction, premiered in October 2013 and offers readers more than 70,000 words per issue, including a new and original novel every month. During his career, Dean also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds. Writing with his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch under the name Kathryn Wesley, he wrote the novel for the NBC miniseries The Tenth Kingdom and other books for Hallmark Hall of Fame movies. He wrote novels under dozens of pen names in the worlds of comic books and movies, including novelizations of almost a dozen films, from The Final Fantasy to Steel to Rundown. Dean also worked as a fiction editor off and on, starting at Pulphouse Publishing, then at VB Tech Journal, then Pocket Books, and now at WMG Publishing, where he and Kristine Kathryn Rusch serve as series editors for the acclaimed Fiction River anthology series. For more information about Dean’s books and ongoing projects, please visit his website at www.deanwesleysmith.com and sign up for his newsletter.
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Calling Dead - Dean Wesley Smith
Part One
THE DEAL
PROLOGUE
August 7th, 2000
9:30 A.M.
In the desert outside of Las Vegas, Nevada
Detective Bayard Lott stood in the old mine tunnel, staring at the eleven dead women sitting in a neat row on the dirt floor in front of him. Lott had his hands on his hips and was doing his best to keep his breathing level.
And failing.
Not easy. Not easy at all with such a horrific sight.
The tunnel was supported by square and rough wooden pillars about a foot or so apart and not much more than six feet over the hard-dirt floor. The timbers looked old and very dry and some had visible rot on the edges. Dirt and dust filtered down in around the timbers with almost every sound.
It felt to Lott as if the entire thing might come down at any moment. He had always hated enclosed, tight spaces, and this mine was not helping that hatred in any way.
In fact, what he wanted to do was just turn and get out of there, but the bodies in front of him made that impossible.
He was only ten paces inside the boarded-up entrance. The light from the bright day outside helped his flashlight illuminate the scene clearly, while at the same time casting strange and odd-shaped deep black shadows that made the dead women seem even more horrific, if that was possible.
The heat had to be over a hundred inside the tunnel and the air felt used and contaminated with the death he faced. He was sweating, even though the August day outside hadn’t gotten that hot yet. It would, later in the afternoon. He couldn’t imagine staying in this mine very long now, let alone in the high heat of the desert summer day.
He knew that going deeper underground was cooler, but not this close to the surface in this kind of intense desert heat. This felt more like the interior of a closed-up car.
The smell was like a musty dry cloth that had gone sour. The stench clogged everything in Lott’s senses, which was part of why he was breathing through his mouth instead of his nose.
Beside him, his partner, Detective Andor Williams, took slow, loud breaths through his mouth as well.
Andor was shorter than Lott’s six feet by five inches, but was a bit wider. Standing side-by-side, they almost touched both sides of the mine walls with their shoulders. Lott’s head was only a few inches under the closest timber holding up the dirt above and he had walked bent over to just get this far inside.
Now, seeing what was in here, neither one of them had wanted to take a step farther than what they had already done.
On the dirt floor in front of Lott, sitting with their backs against the left wall of the tunnel, legs stretched out on the dirt, were the eleven dead women. The women were mummified in the heat after clearly being in here for some time, their faces contorted and sunken-in with wrinkles that made them look ancient.
Lott had no doubt that the heat and the tunnel environment was going to make it hell to determine how long these poor women had been in this mine.
It might have been only weeks, but it could have been years. After decades of working as a cop in Las Vegas, Lott had seen heat do some amazing things to a dead human body, so the physical condition of the bodies was no surprise to him.
But what they wore was what surprised him.
Each woman had a black clutch purse on her lap, and her mummified hands covered the purse. Each woman was fully dressed in identical black skirts and white blouses, just sitting with their backs to the wall.
If that wasn’t strange enough, they all had long dark hair, trimmed to exactly the same length and in exactly the same style. That, combined with the schoolgirl look of all of them, made the scene look more like a bunch of large wrinkled dolls sitting there instead of women.
Thankfully, all had their eyes closed.
This is one sick mother who did this,
Andor said softly.
Lott could only agree. He had no doubt this sight was going to give him nightmares for a very long time.
Let’s back out of here until forensics can clear the place,
Lott said. If we’re lucky, we can just work off the pictures they take.
More than anything, he wanted to be out of that closed-in space and away from the dead women. As a detective, he had seen a lot of death and he had never gotten used to it.
Andor nodded and turned to head back to the mine entrance ten steps away. Let’s just hope the sick bastard who did this left the identifications of those women in those purses.
Lott took one more look back at the eleven dead women, their skin mummified, all dressed like a class of schoolgirls from a very strict school with a uniform dress code.
Horrific didn’t begin to describe the scene.
He turned to follow his partner back out into the warm and cleansing desert sunshine. He had a hunch that nothing about this case was going to be easy.
And that hunch proved to be very accurate.
CHAPTER ONE
Fifteen Years Later…
August 6th, 2015
5:30 P.M.
Las Vegas
Retired Detective Bayard Lott sat at his wooden kitchen table working at a piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken. He loved the legs and always ordered extra legs when he picked up a bucket of KFC for dinner before the weekly poker game he held in his basement poker room. The open bucket now sat in the middle of his table smelling wonderful.
For Lott, there was nothing like fresh KFC. It made the daily exercise he did to keep his sixty-three-year-old body in shape worthwhile to be able to eat KFC like this regularly.
He would have the chicken for dinner tonight, lunch tomorrow, and maybe a snack or two over the next few days before buying another bucket. His fridge was never without KFC for long.
Across the table from him was his former partner, retired Detective Andor Williams. Beside Andor was retired Reno Detective Julia Rogers. Both Andor and Julia were working at the bucket of chicken as well, making sure Lott didn’t have that many days of snacks from this particular bucket.
Tonight, Julia had on a white blouse with a running bra under it and light tan slacks and tennis shoes. Her long brown hair was pulled back and tied off her face and her green eyes seemed to light up with every bite off a chicken wing.
Lott had on a short-sleeved golf shirt and jeans and tennis shoes. Andor wore what he always did, a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tan slacks and brown dress shoes.
They each had a paper plate, a stack of napkins, and both Andor and Julia had grease on their faces at the moment. Lott had no doubt he did as well.
Julia looked wonderful, even with grease on her face. She exercised as much as he did, if not more, just so she could eat what she wanted as well.
The newly remodeled kitchen echoed the sounds of the three of them working at the dripping, Original-Recipe KFC. The rest of the groceries and snacks for the Cold Poker Gang poker game tonight in the basement were forgotten for the moment on the new granite counter.
Chicken had to come first, especially if it was fresh KFC. That was the rule in his house.
Lott loved the Thursday night games when five or six retired detectives got together to play cards in his downstairs poker room. While playing, they also worked on and talked about cold cases for the Las Vegas police department.
Even though they were all retired, a few years back the chief of police had given the Cold Poker Gang special unit status. That was because the Cold Poker Gang had solved some of the city’s most puzzling cold cases.
All of the gang could still carry their guns and badges, but they didn’t get paid and weren’t officially on the force.
But that was enough for all of them to feel valued. And after closing so many major cold cases, everyone on the force, including the chief of police, gave them all a lot of respect, which Lott liked more than he wanted to admit.
Sometimes in retirement, all you had to live on was respect. Past or present.
He would take either.
And they all knew they were lucky. Even after retirement, they got to continue a job they all loved and had lived their lives to do. But they didn’t have to do all the paperwork or report at certain hours. They worked at their own pace and on their own time and money.
Julia called it Retirement with benefits.
Lott’s daughter Annie, also a former Las Vegas Detective, had found that extremely funny, but the humor had just gone right past Lott. Julia had promised she would explain at some point, which made Annie laugh all the harder.
As far as Lott was concerned, this was a perfect job, even though he didn’t get paid for it. The job had value, made him feel valued, something that didn’t come easy in retirement.
He had been forced to retire early, at fifty-nine, before he had wanted. He had decided to be with Carol, his wife, during her last year of sickness. She had now been gone for four years, and Lott was finally moving on with his life, thanks to the Cold Poker Gang, his daughter, Annie, and Julia beside him.
Julia had been forced to retire from the Reno police department at the age of fifty-five when a bullet shattered her leg. She barely had a limp, but the injury had been too much to allow her to continue working, so she had moved to Las Vegas to be close to her daughter, Jane, and play some poker.
It was during a poker tournament out on the Strip that Julia had met Annie and learned about the Cold Poker Gang. Julia was the only woman in the gang at the moment.
But Lott knew that two of the best women detectives still active on the force were thinking of retiring soon, and both wanted to join the gang. It would be great to have them in the game.
And to help with the cases.
Julia and Lott had hit it off almost at once after she joined the game just over a year ago. They were slowly building a solid relationship. He now often spent the night at her condo and loved waking up beside her in the mornings.
She and Andor made it a habit to come over early on game nights and help him eat KFC and set up the downstairs poker room.
It was during the game that Andor presented cold cases he had gotten from the chief of police for the gang to work on. They only got a new case when they had solved an earlier one, or had given up on one.
Actually, they never gave up on a case, they just put the file on the bar
near the poker table downstairs to be reviewed every week. They were all very proud of the fact that in over two years of doing this, only five files were on the bar.
They had closed a lot of very cold cases.
So what’s the new case tonight?
Julia asked Andor, giving him a smile that could melt most anyone. She blinked her large green eyes at Andor who just shook his head.
Nice try, Rogers,
Andor said, then took a bite on another piece of chicken.
Lott laughed. Andor always kept the cases secret until after an hour into the game. Then