Kane
I took the lastsip of my coffee which had long since become cold, and threw the empty cup in the backseat of my car. By now, my car surely stunk of fast food and caffeine, but I couldn’t take the time to clean it. I needed to keep an eye on this damn black widow.
There was no way in hell I could take my eye off the ball.
Not yet.
My phone rang, forcing me to jump in response. I grabbed it, looking down at my captain’s name and sighing.
Fuck.
“Garrick.”
“Where are you?” O’Leary asked me, his tone telling me he wasn’t in a good mood.
“I’m not due to clock in until two.”
“That’s not what I asked,” he said, his voice barely more than a grunt.
“Does it matter? What do you need?”
“Garrick, I told you not to pursue this,” he said, the gruffness gone and instead he sounded worn out. “Stop following her.”
“She’s guilty, Cap,” I said. “I know I can pull her in and stop her from doing this again.”
“Look, all you got are some crazy, unsubstantiated claims from a down and out journalist,” he said. “Wrap up the case, put it to the cold case team. There are plenty of murders happening every day in our city.”
He hangs up before I can respond. But there was something here, I just couldn’t put my finger on it, and it absolutely drove me crazy.
I checked the clock on my dash. It was just past one. I needed a shower before I started my shift. Maura or Maurelle, whatever the hell her name was, had to wait. I put the car in drive and headed to my apartment.
Cursing as I ran to get my ringing phone, et from the shower, I grabbed it from the bed and looked down at the name. Sighing, I knew this call wasn’t going to be one I was going to enjoy.
“Detective Garrick,” I answered.
“It’s Stanley Dale.”
No hello?What was wrong with people today?
“Yes, how are you?”
“Where have you gotten to in your research, Detective?”
“I’m working on it, Stanley,” I said. “Give me time. I can’t arrest her without solid proof or she’ll get away. I promise you, I’m working on it. Give me time.”
He was silent for a moment, almost as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to tell me what it was.
“What is it, Stanley?”
“I may have found something out,” he said. “I might have a really good lead but I can’t tell you my source.”
“What is it?”
“She never puts anything in her name, you know that right?”
“Yes, I am aware. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“The name she uses is the same, which she never does. When she gets married she uses a different name, which is why she’s gotten away with it for so long, but when it comes to her property holdings, it’s always the same name.”
