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Authors: Violet Ingram
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turned cool. Feeling human again, I toweled off and got dressed. To compensate for my earlier appearance I spent extra time applying my makeup. This meant I actually put on more than just lipstick and mascara.
Over my favorite Victoria’s Secret bra and matching panties, I pulled on a purple v-neck t-shirt and skinny jeans. With socks and shoes on I was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
Two cups of coffee had been a good start but I was starving and needed something more. Desperate, I pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru and ordered an Egg McMuffin, a hash brown, and a large orange juice. At my office I sat at my desk and gobbled down my breakfast. I tossed the empty wrappers into the trash and checked the machine for messages.
The first was from Lindsay, left shortly after her morning visit. The second was from Brandon reminding me of our one o’clock appointment. Like I could forget. Okay, I could have, but I hadn’t.
The third was from a woman who hired me to see if her loving husband was really a lying, cheating bastard . Evidently her hubby had called to say he was hanging out with a couple of his buddies after work. I would need to be at his office by five thirty in time to follow him.
Since following suspected cheaters around was how I made most of my income, it paid to always have a camera at the ready. A few times I had even hired someone to come on to the suspected cheater. This method had proven successful but cut into my profits. It didn’t appear the bait method would be necessary for this one.
I turned on the computer and deleted a bunch of junk emails offering to either enlarge or harden my nonexistent penis. The last one was from someone claiming to be from the FBI wanting to warn me there was a million dollars waiting for me in an account in Belgium but I needed to hurry before the account was closed. Yeah, right.
I began searching the websites of the local news stations. It seemed my luck was holding. So far only the one reporter had made a connection between Brian, Lindsay, and me. Unfortunately, I knew it was only a matter of time before the others made the connection and began hassling me, especially now after Adam’s murder.
Several months ago, when I’d been involved in a shooting, I was front page news for weeks. The press had seemed to take immense pleasure in pointing out I was the police chief’s daughter. Some business savvy people suggested I should consider it as free advertising for my agency. The reality was it had been a giant pain. I was not a fan of hunting, but if the government had open season on reporters, I would have seriously considered getting a hunting license.
The incentives to wrap this case up were increasing daily. The problem was I didn’t know what my next step should be. Though the causes of death were different in both cases, odds were they were connected. It was unusual for a killer to use more than one method to kill his or her victims but not completely out of the realm of possibilities.
Lindsay had hired me to solve one murder and now there had been another. I wondered if she’d be willing to pay extra for the new case. Probably not. Like I did with Brian, I went online and found out whatever I could about Adam Mullen. According to his grandmother’s obituary, Adam was raised by a single mother until she died when he was thirteen. From then on he lived with his grandmother in the duplex he still lived in today. Adam’s grandmother, Jocelyn Mullen, died last year after a long battle with breast cancer. I wondered if her illness was why he had turned the empty side of the duplex into a marijuana grow facility. Doubtful. From what Grant had said, there were enough plants in there to give a third of the town a buzz.
Besides three arrests for drugs—big surprise—Adam had a lead foot, five speeding tickets in the past year. His last arrest had been with Brian, David, and Kevin. One would assume he’d been clean since then
Over my favorite Victoria’s Secret bra and matching panties, I pulled on a purple v-neck t-shirt and skinny jeans. With socks and shoes on I was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
Two cups of coffee had been a good start but I was starving and needed something more. Desperate, I pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru and ordered an Egg McMuffin, a hash brown, and a large orange juice. At my office I sat at my desk and gobbled down my breakfast. I tossed the empty wrappers into the trash and checked the machine for messages.
The first was from Lindsay, left shortly after her morning visit. The second was from Brandon reminding me of our one o’clock appointment. Like I could forget. Okay, I could have, but I hadn’t.
The third was from a woman who hired me to see if her loving husband was really a lying, cheating bastard . Evidently her hubby had called to say he was hanging out with a couple of his buddies after work. I would need to be at his office by five thirty in time to follow him.
Since following suspected cheaters around was how I made most of my income, it paid to always have a camera at the ready. A few times I had even hired someone to come on to the suspected cheater. This method had proven successful but cut into my profits. It didn’t appear the bait method would be necessary for this one.
I turned on the computer and deleted a bunch of junk emails offering to either enlarge or harden my nonexistent penis. The last one was from someone claiming to be from the FBI wanting to warn me there was a million dollars waiting for me in an account in Belgium but I needed to hurry before the account was closed. Yeah, right.
I began searching the websites of the local news stations. It seemed my luck was holding. So far only the one reporter had made a connection between Brian, Lindsay, and me. Unfortunately, I knew it was only a matter of time before the others made the connection and began hassling me, especially now after Adam’s murder.
Several months ago, when I’d been involved in a shooting, I was front page news for weeks. The press had seemed to take immense pleasure in pointing out I was the police chief’s daughter. Some business savvy people suggested I should consider it as free advertising for my agency. The reality was it had been a giant pain. I was not a fan of hunting, but if the government had open season on reporters, I would have seriously considered getting a hunting license.
The incentives to wrap this case up were increasing daily. The problem was I didn’t know what my next step should be. Though the causes of death were different in both cases, odds were they were connected. It was unusual for a killer to use more than one method to kill his or her victims but not completely out of the realm of possibilities.
Lindsay had hired me to solve one murder and now there had been another. I wondered if she’d be willing to pay extra for the new case. Probably not. Like I did with Brian, I went online and found out whatever I could about Adam Mullen. According to his grandmother’s obituary, Adam was raised by a single mother until she died when he was thirteen. From then on he lived with his grandmother in the duplex he still lived in today. Adam’s grandmother, Jocelyn Mullen, died last year after a long battle with breast cancer. I wondered if her illness was why he had turned the empty side of the duplex into a marijuana grow facility. Doubtful. From what Grant had said, there were enough plants in there to give a third of the town a buzz.
Besides three arrests for drugs—big surprise—Adam had a lead foot, five speeding tickets in the past year. His last arrest had been with Brian, David, and Kevin. One would assume he’d been clean since then
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