Bright Futures: A Lew Fonesca Mystery (Lew Fonesca Novels) Read online




  BY STUART M. KAMINSKY

  Lew Fonesca Mysteries

  Vengeance

  Retribution

  Midnight Pass

  Denial

  Always Say Goodbye

  Bright Futures

  Abe Lieberman Mysteries

  Lieberman’s Folly

  Lieberman’s Choice

  Lieberman’s Day

  Lieberman’s Thief

  Lieberman’s Law

  The Big Silence

  Not Quite Kosher

  The Last Dark Place

  Terror Town

  The Dead Don’t Lie

  Toby Peters Mysteries

  Bullet for a Star

  Murder on the Yellow Brick Road

  You Bet Your Life

  The Howard Hughes Affair

  Never Cross a Vampire

  High Midnight

  Catch a Falling Clown

  He Done Her Wrong

  The Fala Factor

  Down for the Count

  The Man Who Shot Lewis Vance

  Smart Moves

  Think Fast, Mr. Peters

  Buried Caesars

  Poor Butterfly

  The Melting Clock

  The Devil Met a Lady

  Tomorrow Is Another Day

  Dancing in the Dark

  A Fatal Glass of Beer

  A Few Minutes Past Midnight

  To Catch a Spy

  Mildred Pierced

  Now You See It

  Porfiry Rostnikov Novels

  Death of a Dissident

  Black Knight in Red Square

  Red Chameleon

  A Cold, Red Sunrise

  A Fine Red Rain

  Rostnikov’s Vacation

  The Man Who Walked Like a Bear

  Death of a Russian Priest

  Hard Currency

  Blood and Rubles

  Tarnished Icons

  The Dog Who Bit a Policeman

  Fall of a Cosmonaut

  Murder on the Trans-Siberian Express

  People Who Walk in Darkness

  Nonseries Novels

  When the Dark Man Calls

  Exercise in Terror

  Short Story Collections

  Opening Shots

  Hidden and Other Stories

  Biographies

  Don Siegel, Director

  Clint Eastwood

  John Huston, Maker of Magic

  Coop: The Life and Legend of Gary Cooper

  Other Nonfiction

  American Film Genres

  American Television Genres (with Jeffrey Mahan)

  Basic Filmmaking (with Dana Hodgdon)

  Writing for Television (with Mark Walker)

  Stuart M. Kaminsky

  A Tom Doherty Associates Book

  NEW YORK

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  BRIGHT FUTURES: A LEW FONESCA MYSTERY

  Copyright © 2008 by Double Tiger Productions, Inc.

  All rights reserved.

  A Forge Book

  Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

  175 Fifth Avenue

  New York, NY 10010

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  Forge® is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Kaminsky, Stuart M.

  Bright futures : a Lew Fonesca mystery / Stuart M. Kaminsky.—1st ed.

  p. cm.

  “A Tom Doherty Associates Book.”

  ISBN-13: 978-0-7653-1828-2

  ISBN-10: 0-7653-1828-8

  1. Fonesca, Lew (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Private investigators—Florida—Sarasota—Fiction. 3. Eccentrics and eccentricities—Fiction. 4. Singers—Fiction. 5. Sarasota (Fla.)—Fiction. I. Title.

  PS3561.A43 B75 2009

  813’.54—dc22

  2008038020

  First Edition: January 2009

  Printed in the United States of America

  0 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

  To Natasha Melisa “the Perll” Kaminsky,

  from Dad with love.

  And thanks for the idea.

  PROLOGUE

  *

  TWELVE HUNDRED YEARS BEFORE I drove my dying car into the parking lot of the Dairy Queen on 301 in Sarasota, saber-tooth tigers, mastodons, giant armadillos, and camels roamed what are now the high-end malls that house Saks, Nieman-Marcus, Lord & Taylor, and twenty-screen movie theaters.

  The land that is now the Florida Keys was part of a single landmass double the size of the present state.

  People who inhabited Florida twelve hundred centuries ago were hunters and gatherers who lived on nuts, plants, small animals, and shellfish. There was a steady clean water supply, good stones on the ground for toolmaking, and more firewood than they needed. Complex cultures developed with temple mounds and villages. These villages traded with one another and developed cultivated agriculture.

  As ocean waters wore away land, the peninsula shrank.

  Juan Ponce de León landed in 1513 in what became St. Augustine. He called the area “La Florida,” in honor of Pascua florida—the feast of flowers. In 1539 Hernando de Soto arrived, and a short time later, in quick succession, came settlers, slaves, and hurricanes. The natives were gone, though remnants of natives and runaway slaves created the Seminole tribes. By this time the peninsula had already long since shrunk to its present size.

  Soon came the railroads, the airplanes, and the almost endless stream of cars on I-75 and I-95 carrying snowbird Canadians and retirees from Illinois, Minnesota, New York, Michigan, and even California. The few remaining Seminoles were herded into casinos, which they fought over and operated at a profit.

  Towering buildings rose, blocking out view and sun. The more that were built, the more they cost and the greater the crowds.

  Then my wife was killed by a hit-and-run driver on the Outer Drive in Chicago. With a Chicago Cubs cap on my head and in need of a shave, I came 1,044 miles looking for the end of the world and settled in an office at the rear of the Dairy Queen parking lot in Sarasota when my car broke down forever.

  Now the DQ is gone, replaced by a bank. The less-than-shabby, concrete block two-story office building I live and work in will be torn down in a few days.

  There are twenty-nine banks and numerous branches in Sarasota County, and only one DQ remains.

  There are more than 360,000 people in the county. Florida progress.

  My name is Lewis Fonesca. I find people.

  I

  *

  PLAYING WITH

  CHILDREN

  1

  *

  THERE’S A MAN SLEEPING in the corner of your office,” the boy said.

  “I know.”

  “He’s Chinese,” the kid said. “You want to know how I know?”

  “He looks Chinese,” I said.

  “But he could be Japanese or Korean,” the kid said, looking at Victor Woo, who was lying faceup on his bedroll with his eyes closed.

  “He’s not.”

  “Pale skin, small eyes, and his …”

  The boy was seventeen, a student at Pine View School for the Gifted. His name was Greg Legerman. He was short, nervous and unable to sit still or be quiet. Next to him sat a tall, thin boy with tousled white hair and rimless glasses. Winston Churchill Graeme, also seventeen, was tall, calm, and sat still, looking at whomever was talking.

  “Am I right? Winn, am I right?” Greg said to his frien
d with a laugh as he punched the other boy in the arm, punched him hard.

  Winn Graeme didn’t answer. Greg didn’t care.

  “You’re moving,” Greg said.

  “How could you tell?” I asked.

  “The six cardboard boxes over there near the Chinese man.”

  “I’m moving,” I said.

  It had taken me less than an hour to pack. I lived in the adjacent room, a small office space, and I owned almost nothing. We were sitting in the reception room, which had a desk, three chairs, and four small paintings on the wall. That was it. My friend Ames McKinney would be by later to pick up the desk, the boxes, the TV with the built-in video player, and the knee-high bookcase.

  “They’re tearing this building down,” said Greg. He grinned.

  He was easily amused. He punched Winn Graeme in the arm again.

  “Why do you keep punching him?” I asked.

  “We’re kidding. He punches me sometimes.”

  Winn gave a halfhearted tap to the arm of Greg Legerman.

  “Am I right? They’re tearing the building down?”

  “Yes.”

  “You have another place for your office?” asked Greg.

  “Yes.”

  “The Dairy Queen used to be right out there,” said Greg.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “They should tear down banks and put up DQs,” Greg said.

  I agreed but didn’t say so. He didn’t seem to need anyone agreeing with him about anything.

  Victor Woo stirred in the corner and rolled toward the wall.

  “Mind my asking who that is?” asked Greg.

  “Victor Woo.”

  “And what’s he doing sleeping on the floor of your office?”

  “He walked in one afternoon,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “He killed my wife in Chicago. He feels guilty and depressed.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” asked Greg.

  “No,” I said.

  “Wow,” said Greg.

  I called out, “Don’t punch him.”

  Greg hesitated, shrugged and let his hands fall into his lap for a few seconds before they started to roam again.

  “Let’s go,” Winn said, starting to rise.

  Winston Graeme had the remnants of a Russell Crowe accent.

  “No wait,” said Greg. “I like this guy. I like you, Mr. Fonesca. You come highly recommended.”

  “By who and for what?”

  “By a Pine View student.”

  “Who is nameless?”

  “No, the student has a name,” he said with a laugh.

  I couldn’t open my mouth fast enough to stop him from punching his friend.

  “I’m a process server,” I said.

  “You find people. You help people.”

  I didn’t respond. He hadn’t really asked a question. I make enough money to live by serving papers for lawyers. I didn’t want more work. I didn’t want money in the bank. I wanted to be able to pick up my duffle bag, which was always partially packed, add a few things, and walk out the door.

  “We can pay,” said Greg. “What’s your fee?”

  Victor got up on his elbows and looked over at us. He was wearing a red sweatshirt that had a Chicago Bulls logo and the word “Bulls” on the front. The sleeves on the sweatshirt had been roughly cut off.

  Something in my face told the two boys that I wasn’t interested.

  “You can listen,” said Greg, starting to rise, changing his mind and sitting again. “Ten minutes.”

  “Five minutes. What’s your problem?” I asked.

  “Ronnie Gerall is in jail, juvenile. He’s seventeen. They say he murdered a crazy old man. He didn’t. The police aren’t even looking for anyone else.”

  Winn Graeme adjusted his glasses again and glanced at Victor.

  “Okay,” said Greg. “We want you to find someone—the person who killed Philip Horvecki.”

  I had read about the murder of Philip Horvecki in the Herald-Tribune a few days before. He had been beaten to death in his home. Horvecki was one of the Sarasota super rich. Semi retired, he had earned his money in land development when the market was hot. He was involved in local politics and had run without success for everything from property appraiser and tax collector to city council, and his causes were many.

  His latest cause was something called Bright Futures, a program to provide financial aid to high school students going to a Florida college or university. Horvecki wanted the program abolished. He didn’t want to pay for people’s college education. The argument that the program was paid for by the Florida lottery made no difference to Horvecki.

  His second most recent and continuing cause involved Pine View School for the Gifted, a public school for high-IQ and high-achievement students who could test their way in. Pine View was consistently ranked in the top ten high schools in the United States. That didn’t matter to Horvecki, who thought taxpayers shouldn’t have to pay for elitist education. He wanted to turn Pine View into an open-admissions high school like the others in the county. For this position he had a lot of support.

  All of this was in the article I had read. I remembered having the feeling that more was going on.

  “Ronnie didn’t do it,” said Greg, looking around the room as if he had lost something or someone.

  “He was found over the body covered in blood,” I said.

  “Circumstantial,” said Greg.

  “He was there to fight with Horvecki about his Pine View and Bright Futures positions,” I said.

  “Ronnie’s got a temper I admit,” said Greg. “But he’s not a killer.”

  I looked at Winn whose accent was more pronounced now as he said, “Ronnie’s not a killer.”

  “Winn’s from Australia,” Greg said with something that sounded like pride at having an exotic trophy at his side.

  “He was Australian thirteen-and-under golf champ before he moved here with his mom two years ago. Winn’s a state runner-up in golf. Winn’s also on the soccer and basketball teams at Sarasota High. Pine View doesn’t have sports teams. Tell him.”

  I wasn’t sure how Winn Graeme’s athletic achievements qualified him to determine that Ronnie Gerall was not a killer.

  “We have a rowing team,” Winn said. “And cross-country.”

  Greg started to laugh again. He held up his fist and was stopped by the hoarse morning voice of Victor Woo saying, “Do not punch him again.”

  “Victor doesn’t like violence,” I said.

  “How did he kill your wife?” asked Greg.

  “Hit-and-run,” I said.

  “Tapping each other’s just a joke with my friend,” said Greg to Victor. “It’s a joke. Don’t be lame.”

  Victor was on his knees now, palms on his thighs. He was wearing purple Northwestern University sweatpants. They didn’t come close to being compatible with his Bulls shirt.

  “Nonviolent hit-and-run Buddhist, right?” asked Greg. “Do you know there are an estimated seven million Buddhists in China?”

  Victor was on his bare feet now, touching his face to find out if he could go another day without shaving. He didn’t answer Greg Legerman, who turned to me and said, “Well, will you take the job?”

  “You haven’t told me who you want to find.”

  “Horvecki’s daughter,” said Winn. “She was a witness. Ronnie says she was there when he died. Now she’s missing. Or find who killed Horvecki, or both. Charge double.”

  “No,” I said.

  “You haven’t heard what happened,” said Greg.

  “I don’t care. I’m sorry.”

  Greg looked at me, stood up, went behind his chair, and rocked it slightly. He was a short, reasonably solid kid.

  “You don’t look sorry,” Greg said.

  “I don’t need the work,” I said.

  “We need the help,” Greg said.

  Nothing he said had turned it for me, but something happened that made me open the door at least a little.
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  “Let’s go, Greg,” said Winn. “The man has integrity. I like him.”

  Greg was shaking his head “no.” Victor walked behind the two boys and headed out the front door. He was almost certainly headed to the washroom at the end of the outdoor second-floor concrete landing. Either that or he was headed back to Chicago barefoot. It would not have surprised me.

  “Wait,” Greg said, shrugging off the hand that his friend had put around his bicep.

  In style and size, the two boys were a study in contrast. Greg was short, compact, and slightly plump; Winn tall, lean, and muscular.

  Earlier that morning, I had bicycled over, shaved, and washed at the Downtown YMCA on Main Street. I had brushed my teeth, too, and looked at my sad, clearly Italian face.

  “How old is Horvecki’s daughter?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” Greg said, looking at his friend for the answer, but Winn didn’t know either.

  “What’s her name?”

  “Rachel,” said Winn.

  “You have a car?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” said Greg.

  “You know where Sarasota News and Books is?”

  “Yes.”

  “We drive over there, you get me two coffees and two biscotti to go, and I listen to your story.”

  “Fair enough,” said Greg. “What about Victor?”

  “He knows I’ll be back. I need to know who told you about me. I don’t have a private investigator’s license.”

  “Viviase,” said Winn.

  “Ettiene Viviase, the policeman?”

  “No,” said Greg. “Elisabeth Viviase, the freshman daughter of the policeman.”

  Sarasota News and Books wasn’t crowded, but there were people dawdling over coffee at four of the six tables on the coffee house side of the shop. A few others roamed the shelves of firmly packed rows of books and circled around the tables piled with new arrivals.

  We sat at a table near the window facing Main Street. The television mounted in the corner silently played one of the business channels. I wasn’t tempted to watch.

  “I’ve got to tell you,” said Greg. “I am not filled with confidence about you.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Well, no offense, but you’re a little bald guy in jeans and a frayed short-sleeved yellow shirt. You’ve got a baseball cap on your head and you look like someone just shot your faithful dog.”

  “I’m not offended. What do you have to tell me?”

  “What? Oh.”

 

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