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he was pranking was in the front room, close enough to nab him. Your rock thrower was careful, he wore gloves so he wouldn’t leave any prints. He was organized, he brought the blood with him, but he knew where to find the ideal rock in your landscaping. He was sending you and Bradley a message. Any idea what that was?”
“No.”
Cameron shot her a warning look she couldn’t miss. “I don’t believe you, Tisha. I think you know exactly what your vandal was trying to communicate. In fact, I think he’s already contacted you. Hasn’t he?”
She simply nodded, eyes hauntingly dark with some unnamed emotion. Obviously Tisha was still shaken by what was written on the paper that she pulled out of her pocket and handed to him.
Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, Cameron opened the note.
You brought them into the world and you will pay for their sins. Retribution? Justice? They are the same.
—David109
“When did you receive this?”
“Last week, I found it in our mailbox.”
“Did you see the person who left it there?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No.”
Placing the note into an evidence bag, he asked, “Who have you told about the note?”
“No one.”
“Not even your husband? Why not?”
Tisha smirked. “Bradley holds the Olympics bronze for the head-in-the-sand event. Why would I tell him?”
“Why didn’t you call the police?”
“I don’t know. I guess I thought the note would be the end of it. Obviously, I was wrong.”
Chapter Fifteen
Suspect Pool
Waiting in a booth, Bryan ordered two Heinekens, one for Cameron and one for himself. It was close to one in the morning and the Hoosier Bar and Grill was quiet, which he expected for a week night. Too late for most, but not for people like him and Cameron, who were on call 24/7. A couple was making out at the far corner of the bar, two men watched a repeat of a Pacer game on the large screen television, and a guy sat by himself, who should have been cut off two drinks ago. If he headed toward the parking lot, Bryan was going to stop him. There was no way this guy should be driving. Cameron was five minutes out last time he called, and should walk through the door any minute. A night in the drunk tank at the county jail would sober the guy up and possibly save a few lives at the same time.
Cameron arrived and made a beeline for his booth, looking troubled and keyed up. It wasn’t the first time they’d met after a crime scene, and wouldn’t be the last.
Bryan waited until Cameron slid onto his seat and lifted the Heineken to his lips. “Cheryl called me. She said you wanted some items sent to the lab. Since when do we send items from a vandalism case to the lab?”
“She didn’t tell you it was the Lucas place?”
“Lucas, as in Bradley Lucas, as in County Commission President, and father to two serial killers?”
“The same.”
“What happened?”
“To make a long story short, someone threw a bloody rock through the Lucas house front window.”
“Teenage prank? It wasn’t that long ago you nabbed that Clark kid for breaking windows in the old flour mill by the river. Is he at it again?”
Cameron shook his head. “Not this time. The rock thrower went to the trouble of bringing blood to the scene, where he poured it over the rock before he threw it, and wore gloves so he didn’t leave prints. He also spent a lot of time watching Bradley and Tisha through the front window as they had their dinner in the living room.”
“Let me retract my suggestion it might be a teenage prank. Too organized. Too much preparation. Think it’s a one-time thing?”
Instead of answering, Cameron withdrew the evidence bag from his jacket and smoothed it in front of Bryan so he could read the note.
“Well, crap. I’d hoped this kind of thing wouldn’t happen to them.”
“Me, too.”
“Why seek retribution from the parents? They didn’t harm anyone.”
Cameron ran his fingers through his hair. “The twins aren’t around
“No.”
Cameron shot her a warning look she couldn’t miss. “I don’t believe you, Tisha. I think you know exactly what your vandal was trying to communicate. In fact, I think he’s already contacted you. Hasn’t he?”
She simply nodded, eyes hauntingly dark with some unnamed emotion. Obviously Tisha was still shaken by what was written on the paper that she pulled out of her pocket and handed to him.
Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, Cameron opened the note.
You brought them into the world and you will pay for their sins. Retribution? Justice? They are the same.
—David109
“When did you receive this?”
“Last week, I found it in our mailbox.”
“Did you see the person who left it there?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No.”
Placing the note into an evidence bag, he asked, “Who have you told about the note?”
“No one.”
“Not even your husband? Why not?”
Tisha smirked. “Bradley holds the Olympics bronze for the head-in-the-sand event. Why would I tell him?”
“Why didn’t you call the police?”
“I don’t know. I guess I thought the note would be the end of it. Obviously, I was wrong.”
Chapter Fifteen
Suspect Pool
Waiting in a booth, Bryan ordered two Heinekens, one for Cameron and one for himself. It was close to one in the morning and the Hoosier Bar and Grill was quiet, which he expected for a week night. Too late for most, but not for people like him and Cameron, who were on call 24/7. A couple was making out at the far corner of the bar, two men watched a repeat of a Pacer game on the large screen television, and a guy sat by himself, who should have been cut off two drinks ago. If he headed toward the parking lot, Bryan was going to stop him. There was no way this guy should be driving. Cameron was five minutes out last time he called, and should walk through the door any minute. A night in the drunk tank at the county jail would sober the guy up and possibly save a few lives at the same time.
Cameron arrived and made a beeline for his booth, looking troubled and keyed up. It wasn’t the first time they’d met after a crime scene, and wouldn’t be the last.
Bryan waited until Cameron slid onto his seat and lifted the Heineken to his lips. “Cheryl called me. She said you wanted some items sent to the lab. Since when do we send items from a vandalism case to the lab?”
“She didn’t tell you it was the Lucas place?”
“Lucas, as in Bradley Lucas, as in County Commission President, and father to two serial killers?”
“The same.”
“What happened?”
“To make a long story short, someone threw a bloody rock through the Lucas house front window.”
“Teenage prank? It wasn’t that long ago you nabbed that Clark kid for breaking windows in the old flour mill by the river. Is he at it again?”
Cameron shook his head. “Not this time. The rock thrower went to the trouble of bringing blood to the scene, where he poured it over the rock before he threw it, and wore gloves so he didn’t leave prints. He also spent a lot of time watching Bradley and Tisha through the front window as they had their dinner in the living room.”
“Let me retract my suggestion it might be a teenage prank. Too organized. Too much preparation. Think it’s a one-time thing?”
Instead of answering, Cameron withdrew the evidence bag from his jacket and smoothed it in front of Bryan so he could read the note.
“Well, crap. I’d hoped this kind of thing wouldn’t happen to them.”
“Me, too.”
“Why seek retribution from the parents? They didn’t harm anyone.”
Cameron ran his fingers through his hair. “The twins aren’t around
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