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the profile she’d used to lure poor Sam Wilson. She’s even been brazen enough to use her own goddamn picture. None of us had been to sleep. I didn’t plan on sleeping until I found Stacy and got Karen back.
“I’m sorry, guys. This all night shit ain’t my cup of tea. I’m too old for this shit. I could use a cup of coffee. How about you guys?” Lafitte said.
“You guys just soft down here,” De Luca said with a smile.
“Yeah well, soft or not I need some coffee. You guys want anything?”
“Why not? Biggest cup they have, two creams, two sugars,” I said.
“And you, Superwoman?”
“Get me whatever you get girly-man.”
Lafitte left to make the coffee run. I wanted food, too, but first things first.
I logged into my email. Fingers had sent me everything he could find out about Stacy.
“Let’s see what we got here. So, Stacy grows up in New Orleans. Spends some time living with her grandmother, uncle, and in multiple foster homes.”
“Yeah, and somewhere along the way somebody took advantage of her, and I’m willing to bet it happened more than once,” De Luca said.
“Nothing’s in her file, but I would have to agree. We know this girl is damage goods.”
De Luca pulled a chair next to mine and browsed through the files with me. We gave each other a hard time, but I was glad she’d come with me to work on this case.
“So what’s the deal on this sister? We know anything about her?” she said.
“No. I’m texting Fingers now. I need him to dig deeper.”
We made it all the way through Stacy’s file. Not a darn thing. Nothing that seemed too useful right off the bat, anyway. Our best piece of intel was the fact that she had a sister – we didn’t even have a name. Now if we could only find her. And even if we did, would she be of any use?
Lafitte kicked the door open, hands full with three coffees.
“Thanks for the hand, guys.”
“Do you ever stop moaning and bitching?” De Luca said with a grin on her face.
“Just come get your coffee, pretty lady. You know, you’re lucky I’m sweet on you.”
I took my coffee from Lafitte, and De Luca and I made a second pass through Stacy’s file. We had to have missed something.
“David, come take a look at this,” Lafitte said, motioning me over to his computer.
“Well I’ll be. Didn’t take her long at all, did it? Morgan City man found cut up in his own home. Jon Rogers. No witnesses. No one heard a thing.”
“You were right about her heading east. Looks like she might be headed for New Orleans after all, David,” Lafitte said.
“Guess we’re headed to Morgan City?” De Luca said.
“No, not yet,” I said.
I wanted to spend a few hours sifting through the evidence that had been uploaded from the Houston killing a few days earlier. Before things got too stale, I needed to dig as deep as I could.
“Before we pack up, let’s spend some time going over the John Blake murder.”
“You looking for anything specific, David? I mean, I’m sure the boys back in Houston are working on it, aren’t they?” De Luca said.”
“Yes, but they don’t know everything we know. I’m just looking for a break here any way I can get it.”
She gave me her maybe-you’re-right look and said nothing else. We all sat down in front of our laptops and read through the details of the Blake murder.
“You guys notice anything out of the norm here? I’m not seeing a thing.” I said, leaning back in my chair.
“Me either,” Lafitte said.
“John Blake has no criminal background, so why was he targeted? Seemingly no enemies, something isn’t adding up.”
“Well, he was a powerful guy. Maybe he did something to someone and it was covered up?” De Luca said.
“Maybe. You could be onto something there.”
“Makes sense. Guy had enough money to buy anything he wanted,” Lafitte said.
I looked through the pictures again, and all at once it hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Picture forty-eight—the last pic taken.
“I’m sorry, guys. This all night shit ain’t my cup of tea. I’m too old for this shit. I could use a cup of coffee. How about you guys?” Lafitte said.
“You guys just soft down here,” De Luca said with a smile.
“Yeah well, soft or not I need some coffee. You guys want anything?”
“Why not? Biggest cup they have, two creams, two sugars,” I said.
“And you, Superwoman?”
“Get me whatever you get girly-man.”
Lafitte left to make the coffee run. I wanted food, too, but first things first.
I logged into my email. Fingers had sent me everything he could find out about Stacy.
“Let’s see what we got here. So, Stacy grows up in New Orleans. Spends some time living with her grandmother, uncle, and in multiple foster homes.”
“Yeah, and somewhere along the way somebody took advantage of her, and I’m willing to bet it happened more than once,” De Luca said.
“Nothing’s in her file, but I would have to agree. We know this girl is damage goods.”
De Luca pulled a chair next to mine and browsed through the files with me. We gave each other a hard time, but I was glad she’d come with me to work on this case.
“So what’s the deal on this sister? We know anything about her?” she said.
“No. I’m texting Fingers now. I need him to dig deeper.”
We made it all the way through Stacy’s file. Not a darn thing. Nothing that seemed too useful right off the bat, anyway. Our best piece of intel was the fact that she had a sister – we didn’t even have a name. Now if we could only find her. And even if we did, would she be of any use?
Lafitte kicked the door open, hands full with three coffees.
“Thanks for the hand, guys.”
“Do you ever stop moaning and bitching?” De Luca said with a grin on her face.
“Just come get your coffee, pretty lady. You know, you’re lucky I’m sweet on you.”
I took my coffee from Lafitte, and De Luca and I made a second pass through Stacy’s file. We had to have missed something.
“David, come take a look at this,” Lafitte said, motioning me over to his computer.
“Well I’ll be. Didn’t take her long at all, did it? Morgan City man found cut up in his own home. Jon Rogers. No witnesses. No one heard a thing.”
“You were right about her heading east. Looks like she might be headed for New Orleans after all, David,” Lafitte said.
“Guess we’re headed to Morgan City?” De Luca said.
“No, not yet,” I said.
I wanted to spend a few hours sifting through the evidence that had been uploaded from the Houston killing a few days earlier. Before things got too stale, I needed to dig as deep as I could.
“Before we pack up, let’s spend some time going over the John Blake murder.”
“You looking for anything specific, David? I mean, I’m sure the boys back in Houston are working on it, aren’t they?” De Luca said.”
“Yes, but they don’t know everything we know. I’m just looking for a break here any way I can get it.”
She gave me her maybe-you’re-right look and said nothing else. We all sat down in front of our laptops and read through the details of the Blake murder.
“You guys notice anything out of the norm here? I’m not seeing a thing.” I said, leaning back in my chair.
“Me either,” Lafitte said.
“John Blake has no criminal background, so why was he targeted? Seemingly no enemies, something isn’t adding up.”
“Well, he was a powerful guy. Maybe he did something to someone and it was covered up?” De Luca said.
“Maybe. You could be onto something there.”
“Makes sense. Guy had enough money to buy anything he wanted,” Lafitte said.
I looked through the pictures again, and all at once it hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Picture forty-eight—the last pic taken.
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