She nods. “Every time.”
I nod slowly, thoughts aligning. “What if it’s the same person or the same group behind all of this? The shooting in Constant Spring, the Don in Spanish Town… both eyewitnesses describe the same look.”
Rachel raises a brow. “You’re a genius.”
I smirk. “I know. And I’m going to take my time with these two cases. I’ll go deeper. Look for patterns.”
She chuckles. “Okay, Detective.”
Just then, we hear a loud noise outside someone arguing. A woman’s voice. I ignore it. I stay focused. “Adonis,” I mutter, reading the name from the file. I spin my chair and close my eyes for a moment.
“Why would you drive all the way from St. James to Spanish Town at 2AM? What was your motive? Who is your killer? Did they expect you?” I speak out loud, thinking.
I buzz Rachel again. “Yes, sir?”
“Find everything you can on this Adonis person,” I say, handing her the file.
“Right away.” She heads out. I’m still turning over questions in my mind when she returns minutes later.
“We’re working on that, but we just got a new report. A woman says seven persons were shot, five confirmed dead.”
My eyes narrow. “When was this?”
“She says yesterday.”
“And she’s just showing up now?”
Rachel nods. “Weird but yeah.” Spanish Town again. Seems like our killer never left.
“Get her,” I say.
Three minutes later, Rachel returns with a woman. She’s slow, limping slightly, and nervous. Rachel locks the door behind her. “Good morning, Officer,” the woman greets softly.
“Morning. Have a seat,” I reply, offering a kind nod.
“I’m Detective Mario. Can I have your name and your statement?”
She nods quickly. “Mi name is Lisa… and mi did inna the yard when the gunman shot up the youth dem. Mi never see everything, cause mi did deh round the back a wash, but mi see when him a run down Danny and kill him in front mi.”
I nod, scribbling notes. “Describe him,” I ask.
“Mi couldn’t see him face, him cover everything. But him did tall.” Useless description. Completely covered? Typical.
“Was he alone?” She nods. “And he took out all of them by himself?” She nods again.
Ruthless. Efficient. Brave. This wasn’t just a regular shooter.
“Was he wearing a hoodie and ski mask?” I ask.
“Yeah. Him did inna dat.”
Bingo. Same M.O.
“Yuh know of him?” she asks, eyes narrowing.
“No. But I believe he’s the same man responsible for the other two cases. And he’s smart. Careful. He plans this.”
She nods slowly. “Him know wah him a do.”
