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so I ’ ll just say it. I need to know if your sister had any type of organ transplant in her lifetime . ”
Cardwell could have seen a ghost. The man ’ s expression told John he ’ d hit pay dirt. “ Transplant? How did you know about that? What's this got to do with Lin's death?”
Thank you, God, John breathed in a silent prayer while glancing Rick ’ s way. Relief was etched all over his partner ’ s face. They had something tangible. Finally, they had something to build on.
“ One of the other victims had a transplant as well and we believe there may have been more. We ’ re looking into a possible connection. ”
Cardwell accepted his explanation with a nod. “ I see. Yeah, Lin had a cornea transplant when she was just a kid. It ’ s be en almost twenty years ago now. ”
“ Really? Was that here in Richmond ? ”
Barry glanced from John to his partner. “ Yes, that right. A t Richmond Memorial. ”
“ And do you remember the year. ”
“ I should. It was my fourteenth birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday. Does that help? ”
“ Yes, tremendously. You ’ ve been a great deal of help, Mr. Cardwell. ”
Barry Cardwell ’ s gaze shifted between the two agent s once more . “ Good. You ’ ll let me know if anything comes of this. I want to be able to go to my sister ’ s grave and tell her we caught the bastard who did this thing to her. ”
“ I will. The second we know anything I ’ ll let you know, ” John assured him.
Once they were outside the building, John called Ryan, one of the agents working the case. “ Get a court order to pull the medical records for Janice Daniels and Belinda Cardwell . H ell , get the records of all the RCK victims. I want to know everything about their medical conditions, whatever you can find, and I want to know it today. Do whatever you have to do, I don ’ t care who you piss off. Just make it happen. ”
Chapter Eight
Last night had been the worst. He’d broken bones last night. He’d showed her the future and it was just as bleak and barren as she’d believed. In some odd way, it was liberating as well. With the introduction of his latest means of torture, all of her previous choices disappeared. It hadn’t hurt all that much, the serrated edge of the blade tore at her flesh in the beginning, but surprisingly there wasn’t the expected pain.
Maybe it was all in her head. She’d managed to disappear in her mind when he’d hurt her in the past. Last night was no different.
Today, as she sat on the park bench, her face turned upward to the sun’s warmth, she’d unwittingly come to a decision. She took out pen and paper from her purse then glanced fearfully around. Time was slipping away. He’d be home soon. She jotted the note as quickly as possible, her writing almost i llegible through the pain because he’d broken her hand.
Not that it mattered. There wasn’t much he could do to her now. And it was only a matter of time.
* * * * *
“ What about Cheryl Larsen? ” Rick asked while hanging onto to the grab handle of the truck as John whipped around a slow moving Caddie and zigzagged in and out of the light afternoon traffic heading into the city.
“ Slow down, will ya? It won ’ t do anyone any good if we end up in a body bag , and I for one have a date this weekend I ’ d like to keep. I already have the serial killer screwing with my love life. I don ’ t need you doing it too.”
John glanced at his partner who ’ d closed his eyes, fearing the worst. Grudgingly, John slowed the truck's speed. Rick was right. Anna was safe for now.
“ Cheryl Larsen has no living relatives to ask , but I remember she was a nurse. We should check to s ee if she ever worked at one of the hospitals where some of the previous transplants might have taken place. “
After his partner popped an eye open and noticed John ’ s somewhat more rational driving , he decided it was safe to
Cardwell could have seen a ghost. The man ’ s expression told John he ’ d hit pay dirt. “ Transplant? How did you know about that? What's this got to do with Lin's death?”
Thank you, God, John breathed in a silent prayer while glancing Rick ’ s way. Relief was etched all over his partner ’ s face. They had something tangible. Finally, they had something to build on.
“ One of the other victims had a transplant as well and we believe there may have been more. We ’ re looking into a possible connection. ”
Cardwell accepted his explanation with a nod. “ I see. Yeah, Lin had a cornea transplant when she was just a kid. It ’ s be en almost twenty years ago now. ”
“ Really? Was that here in Richmond ? ”
Barry glanced from John to his partner. “ Yes, that right. A t Richmond Memorial. ”
“ And do you remember the year. ”
“ I should. It was my fourteenth birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday. Does that help? ”
“ Yes, tremendously. You ’ ve been a great deal of help, Mr. Cardwell. ”
Barry Cardwell ’ s gaze shifted between the two agent s once more . “ Good. You ’ ll let me know if anything comes of this. I want to be able to go to my sister ’ s grave and tell her we caught the bastard who did this thing to her. ”
“ I will. The second we know anything I ’ ll let you know, ” John assured him.
Once they were outside the building, John called Ryan, one of the agents working the case. “ Get a court order to pull the medical records for Janice Daniels and Belinda Cardwell . H ell , get the records of all the RCK victims. I want to know everything about their medical conditions, whatever you can find, and I want to know it today. Do whatever you have to do, I don ’ t care who you piss off. Just make it happen. ”
Chapter Eight
Last night had been the worst. He’d broken bones last night. He’d showed her the future and it was just as bleak and barren as she’d believed. In some odd way, it was liberating as well. With the introduction of his latest means of torture, all of her previous choices disappeared. It hadn’t hurt all that much, the serrated edge of the blade tore at her flesh in the beginning, but surprisingly there wasn’t the expected pain.
Maybe it was all in her head. She’d managed to disappear in her mind when he’d hurt her in the past. Last night was no different.
Today, as she sat on the park bench, her face turned upward to the sun’s warmth, she’d unwittingly come to a decision. She took out pen and paper from her purse then glanced fearfully around. Time was slipping away. He’d be home soon. She jotted the note as quickly as possible, her writing almost i llegible through the pain because he’d broken her hand.
Not that it mattered. There wasn’t much he could do to her now. And it was only a matter of time.
* * * * *
“ What about Cheryl Larsen? ” Rick asked while hanging onto to the grab handle of the truck as John whipped around a slow moving Caddie and zigzagged in and out of the light afternoon traffic heading into the city.
“ Slow down, will ya? It won ’ t do anyone any good if we end up in a body bag , and I for one have a date this weekend I ’ d like to keep. I already have the serial killer screwing with my love life. I don ’ t need you doing it too.”
John glanced at his partner who ’ d closed his eyes, fearing the worst. Grudgingly, John slowed the truck's speed. Rick was right. Anna was safe for now.
“ Cheryl Larsen has no living relatives to ask , but I remember she was a nurse. We should check to s ee if she ever worked at one of the hospitals where some of the previous transplants might have taken place. “
After his partner popped an eye open and noticed John ’ s somewhat more rational driving , he decided it was safe to
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