It’s not your fault, Ivy. It’s not.
“That’s Dr.Moorehead?” The captain indicated the man on the ground. Unlike Delaney, the sight of the body seemed to have no effect on him. “The department head?”
There was familiarity to Daniels’s voice, and Vaughn recalled the police report from the fire and Detective Howe’s words. Howe saying that the PPD went to Princeton and they pressured them to close the case. Mark it as an accident. Suspicious, but still an accident.
“Yes,” Ivy and Vaughn said at the same time.
“God damn it. When did this happen?”
“Just a few minutes ago,” Vaughn said. “We got here as fast as we could. He was already DOA.”
Daniels snarled, walked around the corpse toward the shed. Pointed at the canister.
“Same remote trigger?”
“Yeah,” Vaughn confirmed.
“Could be Zeke Godfrey. You like him for this?”
“I don’t know. He would have had to move quick—”
“One of my colleagues said that Moorehead was in the office until about an hour ago—an hour and thirty minutes now. He left alone,” Ivy interjected.
Daniels frowned, and Vaughn mentally went over the timeline.
Zeke had gone to Rebecca’s house, killed her, then accosted Ivy. He didn’t know exactly how long the kid had kept her hostage, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Ten, tops. The door to her house was still open when he’d arrived. Vaughn had then apprehended Zeke, and Delaney had come to pick him up. Then the lawyers, Devon Godfrey, Ivy’s truncated interview... how long had all that taken?
Definitely more than an hour and twenty-seven minutes.
Even if Zeke had set this all up beforehand—possible; Vaughn had no idea how often someone actually came to look in this small barn—he would have still had to kidnap Moorehead, leave the note for Ivy, bring Moorehead here, bind his wrists, and lock him in.
“There was a camera back in Dr.Moorehead’s office,” Ivy said. “Someone was watching me. Started a twenty-seven-minute timer as soon as I read the note,” Ivy said. “Zeke was already in custody by then.”
This was just a guess—Ivy couldn’t have known if someone was actually monitoring the video feed. Vaughn assumed that the hiss they’d heard around the time Ivy’s alarm went off was the gas starting to be released but it could just have likely been the end of the tank. And he had no idea how long it took to empty. Hadn’t thought of asking Dr.McGill. The person who left the note could have just estimated when Ivy was going to read it and programmed the automatic release nozzle to go off around that time.
“Detective Ryan?” Daniels probed.
“If Zeke Godfrey is behind this, he’s not working alone.”
Daniels grunted.
“And there’s one canister still missing?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going live. No more deaths, Detective Ryan. No morefuckingdeaths.”?
?Chapter 64
They were wrong.It wasn’t Zeke. Zeke couldn’t complete a polynomial equation to save his life, let alone know the math behind any of the gas setups.
It wasn’t him who had orchestrated this.
Then who the fuck was it? Who was doing this? And why the hell did they single me out?
Abby called again.
“Bitch, where the hell are you?”
