Tryst: P.I. Frank Johnson Mystery Series, #25
By Ed Lynskey
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P.I. Frank Johnson accepts several cases of infidelity, which have become his primary source of income. Beth Humphreys hires Frank to follow her cheating husband, Trey. Frank loses sight of Trey's vehicle during a torrential rain, which he reports to the enraged Beth. She decides to give him one more chance. Later,
Frank achieves better results for his next clients who also have cheating spouses and is able to bill them for his detective work.
Frank also seeks new ways to expand his private investigator services in order to beef up his profits and keep his PI agency afloat. He begins to piece together his late father Homer's violent past, making several profound revelations. As he always has done, Frank turns to his long-time friend and business partner, Gerald Peyton; his medical examiner wife, Dreema; and his brilliant and outspoken attorney, Robert Gatlin.
Critically acclaimed crime novelist James Crumley endorsed the P.I. Frank Johnson Mystery Series. "With a plot as complex as your grandmother's crocheted doilies, Mr. Lynskey creates a portrait of the rural hill country that rings as true as the clank of a Copenhagen can on a PBR can, as does his handle on guns, love, and betrayal. This novel is well worth the read and makes me want more."
#1 New York Times bestselling author James Rollins states, "Ed Lynskey's P.I. Frank Johnson's books are as hard-bitten and hard-boiled as they come. The dialogue crackles with such sharpness that you'd swear sparks were jumping off the pages. And P.I. Frank Johnson is a character cut from the Tarantino mold: tough, wounded, conflicted, and badass."
New York Times bestselling author and Edgar Award-winning author Megan Abbott writes the P.I. Frank Johnson mystery series, which "bears the richest nicotine and bourbon stains of the hardboiled genre, yet also bristles with vitality. The plot sings, the characters are twisty and textured, and the violence is brutal but inevitable. These elements would be more than enough, yet Ed Lynskey offers so much more in the form of a perfectly pitched prose style that swings effortlessly from back-country grit to Appalachian poetry and back again."
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Tryst - Ed Lynskey
Tryst
A P.I. Frank Johnson Mystery
Ed Lynskey
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Private Investigator Frank Johnson Mystery Series
Pelham Fell Here
The Dirt-Brown Derby
The Blue Cheer
Troglodytes
The Zinc Zoo
After the Big Noise
Death Car
Bent Halo
Clover
Fluke
Forge
Quarry
Lure
Pawn
Noel
Grits
Blaze
Madge
Nymph
Roz
Snatch
Crib
Traffic
Framed
Tryst
Chapter 1
Damn it! He’s gone!
I pounded my fist on the steering wheel. Wouldn’t you know it? I wasted my evening.
When the thunderstorm blew in from nowhere, I lost the subject. One minute I cruised along in my hoopty, my eyes on his red taillights, four car lengths away on the two-lane highway. I was just another bone-tired commuter on the road tonight, hanging back at a steady 45 mph. When I prepared to run a surveillance, I checked the latest weather forecast.
However, this evening I’d hurried to leave early so I could get started on this one. My rush explained why I hunched over the steering wheel and squinted to peer through the rain-lashed windshield. The defroster was broken, so I wiped the condensation off the windshield glass with a microfiber cloth. The wipers slapping back and forth revealed that he’d given me the slip. He either sped up to leave me behind. Or he veered off, taking a side road, when the deluge struck and distracted me.
After the next flash of lightning, I bagged it for the night. My trawling around town for the next 30 minutes, attempting to pick up his trail again, had a scant chance at success. I’d filmed him in his vehicle, getting in close enough to his license plate to read its digits and letters. My dashboard-mounted camera captured high-resolution video of the subject while I was driving. I hit the lock button to save and protect the video file by marking it read only.
I hoped I hadn’t blown my cover and spooked him. My client wouldn’t be pleased when I told her. Even if Trey Humphrey suspected I’d been following him, my bet was he wouldn’t stop cheating on Beth, his wife and my client. He’d become cagier by going underground, but he’d never stop banging his affair partner. Trey had the fever to get some strange, but he didn’t want his wife to discover it. Tonight I set out to shadow him to his clandestine tryst, record it, and give the video to Beth. Of course, it was easier said than done, even under ideal meteorological conditions.
While I fended off the rain, wind, and lightning on my return home, I decided to charge Beth for the 90 minutes I spent on her case tonight. Losing Trey was my screw-up, but I didn’t do my fieldwork as a freebie. She understood that I couldn’t get what she wanted on my first try, as I’d explained. I also spelled it out in our service agreement, which both of us had signed.
I wasn’t a shaman who plucked solutions out of my fedora or waved a wand to make them materialize. Beth Humphrey, a proud, shrewd, and mercurial woman, was going through an unsettled period in her life. I remained calm and patient in our dealings. While I couldn’t fix her dilemma, I could find and document the truth for her to handle as she saw fit.
Surely, the philanderers had to suspect that we private investigators would nail them sooner or later. Our exposing them was a matter of when, not if. Just as there was no perfect murder, there was no perfect affair. Believe me. We’d seen it all, and we knew just about every ruse in the Lotharios’ playbook used to conceal their pursuit of illicit passion and gratuitous sex.
I should say how much I disliked accepting infidelity cases. However, I liked getting paid and eating three squares a day, so I took on the clients’ work. Husbands, and less often wives, have the itch to cheat in the numbers that would astound you. Or maybe they wouldn’t. I’d read that up to 25% of married men are unfaithful, while up to 15% of married women break their wedding vows. Their high volume of bed-hopping provided me with a plethora of paying jobs.
Working on infidelity cases had been profitable for my PI agency. The betrayed spouses kept showing up at my office, waving their checkbooks, banknotes, and credit cards to hire me for my snooping expertise. I did a U-turn and returned to Chez Johnson, a double-wide trailer in a mobile home park just outside of Pelham, Virginia. Scoff at us if you must. Then ask me if I give a piss in a pot.
I kept saying we’d move to a stick-built house, perhaps in town on a side street. We still hadn’t budged. Blame it on my indolence or inertia. Someday, maybe we’d get organized and relocate to a bigger and better place. The LED sign beside the snakes-in-a-box church read: 9:45 PM and 87° F. I ignored the electronic message about being saved
and born again.
Who wanted to go through a harrowing childbirth for the second time? Just shoot me between the eyes first. Half of the double-wides had dark windows.
Working stiffs hit the rack early on Sunday nights. A retired RN who lived on the next corner still battled the long COVID she’d caught during the pandemic. She had her good days and her bad days. Recently, her only child, a daughter, overdosed on illicit fentanyl at an airport motel. Life can be a real shitshow. I hoped Dreema hadn’t gone to bed. We’d sit at the kitchen table, chatting over our RC Colas and banana-flavored Moon Pies. I had my most profound conversations with my wife and best friend, defying the stereotype of the taciturn, lone-wolf PI.
My headlights illuminated a lanky six-footer running laps on the trailer park’s loop. I never understood why an otherwise sane person felt the compulsion to jog in circles for exercise. My horn alerted him to move closer to the curb, so I could edge by him. As he did, the jogger in a neon green running Speedo flipped me off. I chuckled at his audacious stupidity since I held a loaded Glock 9mm. I didn’t lose my cool this time. The buttery glow coming from our kitchen window indicated Dreema had waited up.
I nosed up into the short driveway and parked by the outdoor post lamp. After I cut off the engine and unbuckled the seat belt, I sat there, relishing the tableau. My life could be so much bloodier and bleaker. I still had my hardboiled days, but nothing like those in my past. Dreema had recovered from her six-week bout with COVID-19. Her Moderna vaccine had given her a leg up. I had the good fortune to have never contracted coronavirus. Knock on wood.
I whisked through the rear patio door. Dreema had fixed her cabbage rolls for dinner and put mine in the fridge. The room’s walls had constricted since I left a few hours earlier. Our double-wide seemed narrower, as if our living quarters had shrunk. Our self-storage rental unit held the overflow of furniture castoffs and assorted debris.
Before the summer ended, I planned to clean it out and cancel its monthly fee. Neither of us had visited the self-storage rental unit in the past six months. There was nothing in it that we couldn’t live without. Playing Wordle on her laptop computer, Dreema turned in the chair to grace me with her smile, which made my nerves crackle.
How did it go tonight, Spade?
she asked.
Okay, until I lost the subject in the downpour,
I replied, removing the plate of my cabbage rolls from the fridge and getting out a fork.
Did you get burned? Did he see you?
I don’t think so, but I could be wrong.
Did he go see his lover?
If he did, I failed to record it.
What are you telling Beth?
Better luck next time is all I can say.
Follow him on a clear evening, and you’ll record his shenanigans. Who’s the other woman?
Beth doesn’t know, and, so far, neither do I.
She’s his co-worker or a floozy he picked up.
Or they could’ve met online at Ashley Madison, Tinder, or OkCupid. They started texting and sexting each other. Their flirting turned hot, so they hooked up. Parking at tennis courts is becoming a popular rendezvous spot. Beth didn’t give me much useful information since she couldn’t get into his smartphone or laptop.
Ashley Madison is the No. 1 married dating app with 80 million sign-ups since 2002 and 20K new members daily.
Boom. Ashley’s business thrives thanks to lustful customers, the majority of whom are men who have to pay. Females use the app for free. No wonder I tackled so many infidelity cases. They’d become my meal ticket, with no signs of slowing down or ending anytime soon. The deceptive lovers hooked up for sex, and I documented it for my clients.
Don’t discount Beth’s suspicions, Frank.
I didn’t say I didn’t believe her. I’m frustrated because I’m still stuck at square one.
The answer isn’t going to fall into your lap this time. You’ll have to do some actual investigation. You haven’t forgotten how to investigate, have you?
I’ll get started on it early tomorrow morning and see if I can make some headway.
Attaboy. That sounds more like the Irish bloodhound that I married.
Woof-woof. Did you call your mother?
Yep, and she asked me to tell you hey.
She’s the best. What’s going on up in the mountains?
Dad is still laid off. He stays busy harvesting wild ginseng growing on the slopes and selling it by the ounce. Other days, he goes scrapping.
Where does he do his scrapping?
Mom says he explores old trash pits. He pulls the copper, lead, and aluminum parts out of the junk vehicles. Folks used to tow them to the back of their properties and ditch them. Can you believe he found an old Model T Ford with a white oak growing in the middle of it? He scavenges along the power line corridors for thrown-away aluminum and copper wire cable.
Have his unemployment checks run out?
His last one arrived in the mail two weeks ago. He’s been scrambling like a fiend to earn a few bucks. He’ll sharpen his chainsaw to cut, haul, and sell his cords of firewood after the first killing frost hits.
Gerald and I could go down on the long Labor Day weekend and give him a hand. Meantime, you could visit your mom, sisters, and cousins.
Hadn’t you better ask Gerald first before you volunteer him to split up logs into stove wood?
The beast loves his physical workouts. Ask Sharona to come with us. Hell, the more, the merrier, I say. We’ll cut and stack enough firewood to last your folks through the winter and into the spring.
I’ll keep it in mind. Have you heard anything from Mr. Gatlin this weekend?
Lawyer Gatlin left town with his latest playmate to relax and recreate at his seashore bungalow.
Dreema frowned. Does his latest playmate have a name?
she asked.
He didn’t share it with me if she does.
When is he returning to Middleburg?
He’ll be at his law office tomorrow morning at the usual time.
You should go see him. You need to interact with somebody other than Gerald.
What’s wrong with him?
Come on, Frank. You have to agree that Gerald is a little rough around the edges.
Is Gatlin any better? They’re two peas in a pod.
Mr. Gatlin needs to marry a good-hearted woman who’ll curb his intemperate behavior. When I advised him of it, he guffawed, but he knew I was dead-on serious, and I meant every word of it.
I don’t see Gatlin getting remarried. His first wife almost burned him. Thinking about that horrid night still gives me the heebie-jeebies.
She was a vile, evil woman. For his next fiancée, you should do a background check on her before he takes the plunge.
"If he asks me, I’ll gladly look into her past for