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Look at it.” I waited for them to catch up.
“Okay . . . now what are we looking for?” Lafitte said.
“BF. Recognize those initials?”
“No, should we?” De Luca said.
“Brittany Foy—Stacy’s sister. It’s a long shot, but it isn’t that far-fetched. Think about it. Both of these girls bounced from home to home. They’re only fourteen months apart. It’s a safe bet that whoever molested Stacy did it to Brittany, too. No way he’d get one and not the other.”
“Goddamn, David! You may be on to something,” Lafitte said.
“I think you may be right. I’m with you too,” De Luca said.
“Let’s keep searching this case, at least another hour or so. Look for anything else we overlooked,” I said.
I didn’t want to bring anyone else in on this, at least not yet. And I certainly didn’t want to let the girls know we were on to them—if indeed we were.
“We need to pull up everything we can on John Blake. We know he was into strip clubs. We need to find out which ones he frequented the most. I’m betting Heartbreakers is going to be on the top of that list. I’ll call Cap and have him get someone on it. The more we find out about Blake, the closer we get to Brittany Foy.”
Chapter 13
“Carl Blake, come on! Do something fucking exciting, would you? You’ve got to be the most boring guy ever,” Brittany mumbled.
She’d hoped to gather information fast enough to be finished with this job in two days—three days max. Her biggest obstacle seemed to be getting him alone. Her first day of following him had been pretty uneventful. He left the house at six thirty a.m. and made a thirty-five-minute commute to work. He left for lunch at eleven forty-five with a group of coworkers. Returned at two minutes to one. Left for the day at six forty-five and made it home by seven thirty. Not a shred of excitement in this guy’s life.
Eight. Eight thirty. Nine. Nine thirty. Nothing. Brittany was bored and started playing a game on her phone.
Another twenty minutes went by. “Okay . . . what do we have here?” Brittany said, looking up from her phone.
She watched as Carl stepped out front to take a phone call. Could be nothing but it could be big. She watched as he moved about and noticed how he looked over his shoulder every few seconds.
“Who are you talking to, Carl?” she whispered. She had to admit that, in another life, she could see herself with a guy like him. He was well-dressed and ruggedly handsome. After several minutes of passionate discussion, Carl raced back into the house and slammed the door.
Less than five minutes later, Carl’s car sped down the driveway. She finally had the break she needed. Where was he going in such a hurry so late at night?
She started her car but made certain her lights were off for now. She followed as he drove like a madman across town, ignoring stop signs and running red lights all the way. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Cabo, a bar in Kemah
“Who are you meeting at a fucking bar at ten p.m. while your wife is at home with your kids, Mr. Blake?”
Much to her surprise, Carl stayed in his car. Three minutes later, out came a twenty-something blonde—tall, super skinny, very pretty. Carl got out of his car, and Brittany watched as the two had an intense make-out session against the passenger-side door. The microphone she’d placed in his car wouldn’t pick up much more than a mumble unless they got in. Must be her lucky night. The two finally got into Carl’s Lexus, and the pair began talking.
“I came as quickly as I could. You know this is difficult for me, and you know how hard it is for me to get away so late.”
“I know; I’m sorry. You know how I get when I drink, but I needed to see you, baby. And what do you care about her anyway? You told me you were going to leave her soon.”
“Yeah, well, that’s easier said than done. She is the mother of my kids, and I have a lot of assets,
“Okay . . . now what are we looking for?” Lafitte said.
“BF. Recognize those initials?”
“No, should we?” De Luca said.
“Brittany Foy—Stacy’s sister. It’s a long shot, but it isn’t that far-fetched. Think about it. Both of these girls bounced from home to home. They’re only fourteen months apart. It’s a safe bet that whoever molested Stacy did it to Brittany, too. No way he’d get one and not the other.”
“Goddamn, David! You may be on to something,” Lafitte said.
“I think you may be right. I’m with you too,” De Luca said.
“Let’s keep searching this case, at least another hour or so. Look for anything else we overlooked,” I said.
I didn’t want to bring anyone else in on this, at least not yet. And I certainly didn’t want to let the girls know we were on to them—if indeed we were.
“We need to pull up everything we can on John Blake. We know he was into strip clubs. We need to find out which ones he frequented the most. I’m betting Heartbreakers is going to be on the top of that list. I’ll call Cap and have him get someone on it. The more we find out about Blake, the closer we get to Brittany Foy.”
Chapter 13
“Carl Blake, come on! Do something fucking exciting, would you? You’ve got to be the most boring guy ever,” Brittany mumbled.
She’d hoped to gather information fast enough to be finished with this job in two days—three days max. Her biggest obstacle seemed to be getting him alone. Her first day of following him had been pretty uneventful. He left the house at six thirty a.m. and made a thirty-five-minute commute to work. He left for lunch at eleven forty-five with a group of coworkers. Returned at two minutes to one. Left for the day at six forty-five and made it home by seven thirty. Not a shred of excitement in this guy’s life.
Eight. Eight thirty. Nine. Nine thirty. Nothing. Brittany was bored and started playing a game on her phone.
Another twenty minutes went by. “Okay . . . what do we have here?” Brittany said, looking up from her phone.
She watched as Carl stepped out front to take a phone call. Could be nothing but it could be big. She watched as he moved about and noticed how he looked over his shoulder every few seconds.
“Who are you talking to, Carl?” she whispered. She had to admit that, in another life, she could see herself with a guy like him. He was well-dressed and ruggedly handsome. After several minutes of passionate discussion, Carl raced back into the house and slammed the door.
Less than five minutes later, Carl’s car sped down the driveway. She finally had the break she needed. Where was he going in such a hurry so late at night?
She started her car but made certain her lights were off for now. She followed as he drove like a madman across town, ignoring stop signs and running red lights all the way. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Cabo, a bar in Kemah
“Who are you meeting at a fucking bar at ten p.m. while your wife is at home with your kids, Mr. Blake?”
Much to her surprise, Carl stayed in his car. Three minutes later, out came a twenty-something blonde—tall, super skinny, very pretty. Carl got out of his car, and Brittany watched as the two had an intense make-out session against the passenger-side door. The microphone she’d placed in his car wouldn’t pick up much more than a mumble unless they got in. Must be her lucky night. The two finally got into Carl’s Lexus, and the pair began talking.
“I came as quickly as I could. You know this is difficult for me, and you know how hard it is for me to get away so late.”
“I know; I’m sorry. You know how I get when I drink, but I needed to see you, baby. And what do you care about her anyway? You told me you were going to leave her soon.”
“Yeah, well, that’s easier said than done. She is the mother of my kids, and I have a lot of assets,
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