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anymore to hate or to hurt.”
Bryan returned his attention to the note. “So why sign the note ‘David109’?”
“Good question. Do you think it’s his Internet signature? I’ve got numbers after my name in my email address.” Cameron chugged what was left of his beer and set the bottle on the table, while Bryan signaled the waitress.
“It could also refer to his nickname for a chat room, or maybe a user I.D. for a web site. It could also be totally unrelated to the Internet.”
The waitress arrived at their table and Bryan ordered another round.
“I’m coming up with nothing. Let me know if you think of anything.”
“Do you know what happened with Tisha at Mollie’s cafe?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Last week Mollie saw a guy grab Tisha by the back of the neck as he said something in her ear. Mollie said the guy looked pissed, and he sure wasn’t whispering sweet nothings. He ended up throwing a wadded up napkin at Tisha before he stomped out of the cafe.”
A muscle jumped in Cameron’s jaw as he glared at his friend. “Seriously? And no one thinks to tell me about it?”
“Calm down, Cam. It wasn’t a police matter at that point. Besides Tisha ran out of the restaurant before anyone could talk to her, let alone ask her if she wanted to press charges. Didn’t you just see her at the house? Didn’t she tell you what happened?”
“I’m finding that Tisha Lucas keeps a lot of things to herself—even threats of revenge.”
“Why now, Cam? It’s been at least a year since the twins died and their crimes were discovered.” Bryan asked, wanting to put all the pieces together.
“Slow to take action? Waiting for the right time. Lack of opportunity? Or maybe he thought his rage would dissipate but it didn’t. It just simmered until it boiled over.”
“I don’t envy you, Cam. I don’t think your guy is a random nutcase. There were seven young women who were tortured and murdered by the Lucas boys. That means you’ve got a suspect pool of at least seven families who may want the kind of retribution spelled out in that note—the kind that involves bloodshed.”
Chapter Sixteen
The Investigation
Was there anything sexier than finding your man wearing a chef’s apron over his impressive bare chest, and pulling double blueberry muffins out of a hot oven? Kaitlyn didn’t think so as she threaded her arms around his waist and planted a kiss on the back of his neck. Gabe responded by turning around and pulling her close with oven-mitted hands. His kiss was initially slow and thoughtful, but soon all that changed as his tongue sent shivers of desire through her.
Cameron dramatically cleared his throat and the two of them broke apart as if they were high school dates caught necking by a parent who turned on the porch light. Cameron let out a short laugh and shook his head as Kaitlyn spun around, her face coloring fiercely. Passing by her, he poured hot coffee in his mug and sat down at the table.
Gabe carefully turned over a ham and cheese omelet in the skillet and then placed it on a plate, along with some garlic and herb hash browns and a double blueberry muffin. “Damn it, Cam. Could you walk a little louder? Give a guy a heads up before you enter a room?”
His brother shot him a grin. “That would take all the fun out it.”
Kaitlyn placed the muffins in a basket, while Gabe started another omelet. She placed the filled plate in front of Cameron. “You look tired, this morning. Did you have a late call?”
Sipping his coffee, Cameron looked at her thoughtfully. “There was some vandalism at the Lucas place last night.”
“Sorry to hear that. Are they okay?”
He shrugged and didn’t answer her question. “Hey, I haven’t seen you since the day I gave you the contact information for the families impacted by the Gamers’ murders. When I called them, some were eager for you to contact them, others not so much. What happened with that support group you were
Bryan returned his attention to the note. “So why sign the note ‘David109’?”
“Good question. Do you think it’s his Internet signature? I’ve got numbers after my name in my email address.” Cameron chugged what was left of his beer and set the bottle on the table, while Bryan signaled the waitress.
“It could also refer to his nickname for a chat room, or maybe a user I.D. for a web site. It could also be totally unrelated to the Internet.”
The waitress arrived at their table and Bryan ordered another round.
“I’m coming up with nothing. Let me know if you think of anything.”
“Do you know what happened with Tisha at Mollie’s cafe?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Last week Mollie saw a guy grab Tisha by the back of the neck as he said something in her ear. Mollie said the guy looked pissed, and he sure wasn’t whispering sweet nothings. He ended up throwing a wadded up napkin at Tisha before he stomped out of the cafe.”
A muscle jumped in Cameron’s jaw as he glared at his friend. “Seriously? And no one thinks to tell me about it?”
“Calm down, Cam. It wasn’t a police matter at that point. Besides Tisha ran out of the restaurant before anyone could talk to her, let alone ask her if she wanted to press charges. Didn’t you just see her at the house? Didn’t she tell you what happened?”
“I’m finding that Tisha Lucas keeps a lot of things to herself—even threats of revenge.”
“Why now, Cam? It’s been at least a year since the twins died and their crimes were discovered.” Bryan asked, wanting to put all the pieces together.
“Slow to take action? Waiting for the right time. Lack of opportunity? Or maybe he thought his rage would dissipate but it didn’t. It just simmered until it boiled over.”
“I don’t envy you, Cam. I don’t think your guy is a random nutcase. There were seven young women who were tortured and murdered by the Lucas boys. That means you’ve got a suspect pool of at least seven families who may want the kind of retribution spelled out in that note—the kind that involves bloodshed.”
Chapter Sixteen
The Investigation
Was there anything sexier than finding your man wearing a chef’s apron over his impressive bare chest, and pulling double blueberry muffins out of a hot oven? Kaitlyn didn’t think so as she threaded her arms around his waist and planted a kiss on the back of his neck. Gabe responded by turning around and pulling her close with oven-mitted hands. His kiss was initially slow and thoughtful, but soon all that changed as his tongue sent shivers of desire through her.
Cameron dramatically cleared his throat and the two of them broke apart as if they were high school dates caught necking by a parent who turned on the porch light. Cameron let out a short laugh and shook his head as Kaitlyn spun around, her face coloring fiercely. Passing by her, he poured hot coffee in his mug and sat down at the table.
Gabe carefully turned over a ham and cheese omelet in the skillet and then placed it on a plate, along with some garlic and herb hash browns and a double blueberry muffin. “Damn it, Cam. Could you walk a little louder? Give a guy a heads up before you enter a room?”
His brother shot him a grin. “That would take all the fun out it.”
Kaitlyn placed the muffins in a basket, while Gabe started another omelet. She placed the filled plate in front of Cameron. “You look tired, this morning. Did you have a late call?”
Sipping his coffee, Cameron looked at her thoughtfully. “There was some vandalism at the Lucas place last night.”
“Sorry to hear that. Are they okay?”
He shrugged and didn’t answer her question. “Hey, I haven’t seen you since the day I gave you the contact information for the families impacted by the Gamers’ murders. When I called them, some were eager for you to contact them, others not so much. What happened with that support group you were
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