Dead Cold

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Dead Cold
Sue Leather
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permission of Cambridge University Press.
First published 2006
Sue Leather has asserted her right to be identified as the Author

of the Work in accordance with the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988.
Printed in India by Thomson Press (India) Limited
Illustrations by Paul McCaffery
A catalogue record for this publication is available from the British Library
ISBN-13 978-0-521-69379-0 paperback

ISBN-10 0-521-69379-9 paperback
ISBN-13 978-0-521-69392-9 paperback plus audio CD

ISBN-10 0-521-69392-6 paperback plus audio CD
No character in this work is based on any person living or dead.

Any resemblance to an actual person or situation is purely accidental.
Contents
Chapter 1 A body 6
Chapter 2 Pine Crest 10
Chapter 3 The Mountain Hotel 16
Chapter 4 A talk with Jeff 20
Chapter 5 Looking for reasons 27
Chapter 6 A movie star 31
Chapter 7 A visit to Redridge 36
Chapter 8 Dangerous days 40
Chapter 9 A lot to lose 43
Chapter 10 The Big Boss 46
3
People in the story
Flick Laine: a detective in the Denver Police

Leo Cohn: Chief of Denver Police – Flick’s boss
Bill Gershon: Chief of Pine Crest Police
Teresa Douglas and Jeff Mason: students from Texas
Susan Hunter: a movie star
4
5
Chapter 1 A body
In January they found the girl’s body.

They found it in Pine Crest. Pine Crest is a small town
about 90 miles from Denver, in the Rocky Mountains. In the
past it was famous for silver and gold. But now it’s a place
where people go on vacation; they ski there in the winter and
walk in the mountains in the summer. Movie stars have
homes there. It’s beautiful and it’s quiet when the snow falls.
And the snow falls a lot in the winter. Pine Crest isn’t usually
the kind of place you find a dead body. Denver’s the place for
that, not Pine Crest.
Oh, of course sometimes there are skiing accidents, like in
all ski resorts. I remember that a young man died about three
years ago. He was skiing too fast and he went into a tree. It’s
sad, but it happens. But murder – killing someone – well,
that’s different.
So that January morning my boss, Leo Cohn, Chief of the
Denver Police, called me into his office.
‘Girl’s body in Pine Crest, Flick,’ said Leo. Leo was thin
and worked too much. He never sat down. Now, he was
standing near his desk. ‘They found her yesterday.’
‘Oh?’ I said.
‘It looks like someone killed her,’ he said. I didn’t say
anything. ‘Murder,’ he said, as if I didn’t understand. I
waited. He didn’t look at me. Then he said, ‘I want you to
go to Pine Crest.’
6
‘Ha!’ I said. ‘So that’s what you want. But Leo, why me?
It’s too soon. It was just two months ago … I can’t!’
‘Flick, you’re the best,’ he said, ‘and you need to get out of
Denver … it’s the best thing.’
‘Listen, Leo …’ I started, but I stopped. Leo looked me in
the eyes.
‘Come on, Flick. Bill Gershon, the Chief of Police there,
is an old friend of mine. He’s not happy. If it’s murder, it’s
bad for business. No-one wants to ski when there’s a killer
about.’
7
Well, yeah, I thought, as I looked out of Leo’s window at
the city, a dead body was bad for business. I knew Pine Crest.
I used to go skiing there on the weekends. The town made its
money from the thousands of visitors who went there every
year. The restaurants, cafés, hotels, ski school, all made
money from the people who went to beautiful Pine Crest for
their vacation.
‘And the girl?’ I asked. ‘Was she a visitor?’
Leo smiled. He could see that I was interested. ‘Yes,’ he
said. ‘She was there on a skiing vacation with some friends
from college. Someone found her in the swimming pool at
the hotel where she was staying.’
‘She died in the swimming pool?’ I asked. ‘I mean …’
‘Looks like somebody drowned her,’ Leo said.
I looked at him.
‘She was twenty-three years old,’ Leo said softly.
‘And?’ I asked.
‘You’ll get what you need from Gershon,’ said Leo.
I got up to leave.
‘Oh, and Flick …’ said Leo. I turned at the door.
‘I want you to get this one and I want you to get it fast,’
he said. ‘First because it’ll make the Denver Police
Department look good. And we need that.’
‘And second because you think it’s good for me to get out
of the office and back to work?’ I said.
Leo didn’t say anything, but it was true. He was helping
me in his way.
‘OK, Leo,’ I said, ‘but remember, it was just November,
just two months ago … that Scott …’
‘Yeah, yeah, I know. But Flick, Scott’s dead,’ said Leo. His
voice was kind, but strong. ‘And you’ve got to live.’ He
8
turned away from me and looked out of the window. Leo was
finished.
I walked to my office to get the things I needed for a few
days out of town: my notebook, cell phone and car keys. I
thought about November, thought about Scott. Detective
Scott King of the Denver Police. Then I took my gun and
put it under my jacket.
I went downstairs to the parking lot. Scott and I worked
together for four years. We were the best, the best the Denver
Police Department had. We loved catching killers, robbers,
all of Denver’s criminals. But we were more than that, we
were friends too. Scott was my best friend. Then one stupid,
cold day in November, Eddie Lang killed Scott. And I saw
my best friend die.
‘Yeah,’ I thought, ‘Scott’s dead and I’ve got to live.’ Most
days it was difficult.
I shook my head and Scott’s face went away. I took my
keys out of the pocket of my jacket and looked at the most
beautiful car in the world, my red 1957 Chevrolet. My
Chevy. I smiled. That car always made me smile. Some days
it felt like it was the only good thing in my life.
I drove home fast to my apartment on Alameda, went in
and packed a bag. I changed into my blue suit and looked at
myself in the mirror in the bathroom. I looked OK. I looked
like I came from the big city. I felt my gun inside my jacket.
I was ready. Ready to find a killer … without Scott.
Fifteen minutes later I was driving on I70 to Pine Crest,
Colorado. I was trying to forget about Scott. And I was
trying to forget about Eddie Lang.

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Cambridge English Readers

Series editor: Philip Prowse

Cambridge University Press

© Cambridge University Press 2006

This publication is in copyright. Subject to statutory exception

First published 2006

Sue Leather has asserted her right to be identified as the Author

Printed in India by Thomson Press (India) Limited

Illustrations by Paul McCaffery

ISBN-13 978-0-521-69379-0 paperback

ISBN-13 978-0-521-69392-9 paperback plus audio CD

No character in this work is based on any person living or dead.

Flick Laine: a detective in the Denver Police

In January they found the girl’s body.

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