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unless they’d had the misfortune, as I had, to spend time in his home shortly after he’d lit up.
Jeez, this kid had had a tough time. He was only six years younger but it seemed like a much bigger age gap separated us. Since I was already snooping, or rather searching, court records, I began looking into his friends’ records and Angie’s as well.
Though there were a few little surprises, nothing stood out that shouted, Look at me. I’m going to kill a bunch of people. David’s arrests included petty theft, drug possession, assault during a bar fight, and drunk driving. His license was under suspension for the drunk driving offense.
Angie had two arrests for marijuana possession. The most recent was two years old. She also had received two speeding tickets three months apart last year. Other than that she was clean.
Kevin seemed to have gotten his life turned around. He only had the one arrest and zero traffic tickets. Good for him. Heck, even I couldn’t say that. I was a member of the lead foot society.
From the bits of information I had learned about the people in Brian’s and Adam’s lives, I wasn’t any closer to finding who killed them. I didn’t even have a possible motive for their deaths.
We were fast approaching the forty-eight hour mark on Brian’s murder and no suspects in sight. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if David turned out to be the killer. I had no real reason to believe he had anything to do with his friends’ murders. I just didn’t like the guy. It was probably a good thing I didn’t have the power to arrest people I didn’t like. The jails were overcrowded as it was.
Lost in thought, I jumped when the phone rang. “Murphy Detective Agency.”
“Hello, sweetie. How are you doing today?”
“Fine.”
“Kimberly, you know you can’t lie to your mother.”
I laughed. She was right. Even on the phone I couldn’t hide things from her. The ability to lie was an important part of a private investigator’s job. As an adult I had managed to become quite good at it. I’d spent a great amount of my teen years in my room thanks to my inability to lie successfully to my parents. That had totally sucked.
“You don’t sound fine, sweetie.”
“Really, I’m fine. This case is just driving me nuts. I’m no closer to solving it than when I started. If it’s possible, I’ve actually gone backward instead of forward.”
“From what I overheard of your father’s conversation, that nice, young Detective Tompkins isn’t having much luck either.”
My initial reaction was joy to know Grant was also struggling, but there was also a part of me that wished he’d wrapped up both cases and I could get Lindsay out of my hair. Unlike unwanted strands of gray, there wasn’t a bottle to wash her out. Not that at my age I’d know anything about that, yet, but if there was such a wonderful product, I’d buy it whatever the cost.
“Detective Tompkins seemed convinced the cases were connected and he was looking into the friends and families of those poor young men,” she said, jarring me from my thoughts.
The knowledge Grant and I were on the same path to finding the killer or killers held little comfort. “If the same person killed them both, he used two different murder weapons.”
“I just don’t understand why that first young man just sat there and let someone stab him. That is rather scary.”
I’d been wondering about that myself. According to the autopsy, Brian’s body showed no signs of defensive wounds. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m sure Grant will have this all wrapped up soon. He’s a good cop.”
“Well, of course he is, dear, or your father wouldn’t have hired him.”
My mother’s faith in her family, even when we didn’t deserve it, was one of her finest qualities. After assuring her we’d talk soon, I hung up the phone.
I couldn’t let go of the thought Brian had probably known and even trusted his killer. It kind of made me want to reevaluate the
Jeez, this kid had had a tough time. He was only six years younger but it seemed like a much bigger age gap separated us. Since I was already snooping, or rather searching, court records, I began looking into his friends’ records and Angie’s as well.
Though there were a few little surprises, nothing stood out that shouted, Look at me. I’m going to kill a bunch of people. David’s arrests included petty theft, drug possession, assault during a bar fight, and drunk driving. His license was under suspension for the drunk driving offense.
Angie had two arrests for marijuana possession. The most recent was two years old. She also had received two speeding tickets three months apart last year. Other than that she was clean.
Kevin seemed to have gotten his life turned around. He only had the one arrest and zero traffic tickets. Good for him. Heck, even I couldn’t say that. I was a member of the lead foot society.
From the bits of information I had learned about the people in Brian’s and Adam’s lives, I wasn’t any closer to finding who killed them. I didn’t even have a possible motive for their deaths.
We were fast approaching the forty-eight hour mark on Brian’s murder and no suspects in sight. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if David turned out to be the killer. I had no real reason to believe he had anything to do with his friends’ murders. I just didn’t like the guy. It was probably a good thing I didn’t have the power to arrest people I didn’t like. The jails were overcrowded as it was.
Lost in thought, I jumped when the phone rang. “Murphy Detective Agency.”
“Hello, sweetie. How are you doing today?”
“Fine.”
“Kimberly, you know you can’t lie to your mother.”
I laughed. She was right. Even on the phone I couldn’t hide things from her. The ability to lie was an important part of a private investigator’s job. As an adult I had managed to become quite good at it. I’d spent a great amount of my teen years in my room thanks to my inability to lie successfully to my parents. That had totally sucked.
“You don’t sound fine, sweetie.”
“Really, I’m fine. This case is just driving me nuts. I’m no closer to solving it than when I started. If it’s possible, I’ve actually gone backward instead of forward.”
“From what I overheard of your father’s conversation, that nice, young Detective Tompkins isn’t having much luck either.”
My initial reaction was joy to know Grant was also struggling, but there was also a part of me that wished he’d wrapped up both cases and I could get Lindsay out of my hair. Unlike unwanted strands of gray, there wasn’t a bottle to wash her out. Not that at my age I’d know anything about that, yet, but if there was such a wonderful product, I’d buy it whatever the cost.
“Detective Tompkins seemed convinced the cases were connected and he was looking into the friends and families of those poor young men,” she said, jarring me from my thoughts.
The knowledge Grant and I were on the same path to finding the killer or killers held little comfort. “If the same person killed them both, he used two different murder weapons.”
“I just don’t understand why that first young man just sat there and let someone stab him. That is rather scary.”
I’d been wondering about that myself. According to the autopsy, Brian’s body showed no signs of defensive wounds. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m sure Grant will have this all wrapped up soon. He’s a good cop.”
“Well, of course he is, dear, or your father wouldn’t have hired him.”
My mother’s faith in her family, even when we didn’t deserve it, was one of her finest qualities. After assuring her we’d talk soon, I hung up the phone.
I couldn’t let go of the thought Brian had probably known and even trusted his killer. It kind of made me want to reevaluate the
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