“Okay, good work. He sounds protective of the building, and that’s weird in itself.”
Yeah, it was.
This wasn’t Alex’s first day at the rodeo, so he gave her the rest of what he’d found out.
“Then, Corbin and I wanted to be proactive. We headed to the homeless encampment where the victim, Jonathan Miller lived.”
Tora and Mac were watching how he gave his information to Elizabeth. They wanted to be able to learn how she ran her team, so they could assimilate seamlessly.
“Good plan,” she said. “What did you find?”
He laughed.
“Oh, well, you’re going to enjoy this. I don’t think that Jonathan Miller’s death was coincidental. We asked if he saw anyone there, and apparently, a while back—no timeline sincethey were sketchy about that—Jonathan headed there to camp out due to a heavy storm. They all scatter when the weather is terrible. He went to the building. That was his‘safe space’.”
Ironically.
That didn’t end well for him.
“Once there, he and his dog, Shadow, who is missing by the way, settled down. Oh, and he loved that dog, and never would have abandoned it.”
She let him continue.
Elizabeth had a bunch of people who reported to her, and each team worked differently. She was accustomed to how they did their jobs.
“Anyway, they heard someone upstairs. Talking. He was saying weird shit to someone.”
That piqued her interest.
“Like what?”
He shared.
“He was saying something along the lines about how they were all his now, and he could keep them forever.”
Well, shit.
That was definitely a cuckoo talking to his collection.
Oh, that was interesting and also terrifying because currently, they were in possession of this person’s collection. At some point, he would lash out.
Big-time.
“So he likely was killed because he overheard something?” Mac asked. “That’s shitty. Pardon my language, Ma’am.”
She didn’t mind.
That was mild considering what came out of her piehole.
“Yeah, it sounds like he’s cleaning up. He might have been left there simply because a security team rolls by, and hedidn’t want to risk it, or he was going to go back to handle it later. Who called it in?” she asked.
Tora pulled up the phone log.
“Someone who works for Farmington Security.”
Well, that tracked too.
Devon Slater had given her that company name.
