“And what?”
“I think I’ve found the motive to all these killings.”
“Greed, revenge, love triangle?” he said.
“The oldest motive: money.”
McGaven sat down and looked at the articles, and Katie updated him on everything she had learned.
“And your amazing lady uncovered it,” ended Katie, smiling.
“Bingo!” he said and stood up as if he had won the lottery. “That’s my girl!”
Katie laughed. “Now, we need to put out a BOLO for Ian Griffin Jr. for questioning in the homicide of his father.”
“And a lot of other things.”
There was a quick knock at the door and it slowly opened.
“Hi, I wasn’t sure if you both were here until I heard you yell,” said John.
“Just celebrating that we think we’ve found the motive for all these murders,” said McGaven.
“Well, here’s something else you can celebrate. The bullets that were taken out of Tom Grand match the bullet that was in Ian Griffin’s skull.”
Katie was relieved.
“Yes, another one!” said McGaven.
Chuckling, John said, “Glad I could help.” He smiled at Katie and then closed the door.
“I saw that,” said McGaven.
“What?” said Katie.
“You know… that look…”
“Stop, already.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“I wouldn’t describe it as cute.”
“You know what I mean.”
Katie changed the subject. “We need to figure out where Junior is and stop him from killing anyone else.”
“You’re right. Let’s head to Ventura’s apartment again and see if he has more memory of Griffin Sr. and any information on Junior. I just hope this time he doesn’t tell more ghost stories.”
Katie slipped on her jacket. “Have you heard from Hamilton yet?”
“Not yet. He said he would brief us.”
Once again, the detectives drove to 1775 Maple Street, Room 310. They parked and walked through the nice grounds and climbed the stairs to the third floor and Ventura’s apartment.
Katie knocked. There was no sound of Ventura coming to the door.
“Maybe he’s out?” said McGaven.
