Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Moran had been called away for something.
Rus was going through email, writing reports, and texting Lucinda.
He’d started it off with, Madden okay this morning?
Her return text didn’t take long. Yes. She’s not her normal self.
Then came her next, But I think she’s shored up by making a new friend.
Being that new friend, he liked that.
How are you? he asked.
Glad the service is over. I’ll be happier when Ezra is caught, she replied.
He agreed.
He decided to take them out of that topic and texted, So, I’m gonna need an explanation of this Bonner and Sexton thing.
She replied, Hillary will be with Madden at the suite tonight while I work. I can come to your room when I get back, and we can have a drink before we turn in. I’ll share it all then.
You’re on, he agreed. Then added, I’ll also want to hear all about Bonner Mountain.
To that he got a gif of Julie Andrews twirling on a mountaintop.
He smiled.
It was then, like the man was monitoring his texts, he got one from Eric Turner.
Notice you’re on her and her girl. You still need cover for her house and club?
How many of your team are up here?
Just two.
For that crew, two was more like six.
Still.
Keep it on your radar, but when Lucinda is at the club, and Madden is at the hotel, they should be covered.
Yeah, saw her security. Trying to get a bead on the lead of her detail. She carries herself special forces, but we ran her, no military training. Her employment history has all been private details.
Military was Rus’s bead on Kleo too. Even though only a few women had passed special forces training courses, so it would be impossible for her to have that tag, he would have said she at least had military training. He was surprised she didn’t.
We’ll keep on them when we can, Eric finished it.
Or not quite.
He then sent, You’re cute with the girl, and her mom has a great wardrobe.
Rus sent him an okay sign emoji.
He then sent a middle finger emoji.
After that, he went back to his report, but wasn’t working on it long before his phone rang.
McGill.
He took the call.
“Hey, Ben.”
“Yo, Rus. Right, got some more for you. Ran the prints, what we got from his house versus what we got from the outside and inside of the window places Ezra there.”
Fucking fantastic.
“Forensics team also took some samples from around the frame. Someone recently used WD-40 so it wouldn’t squeak,” McGill carried on. “We called motel management, they haven’t treated those windows, as in, never.”
Carrie Molnar had a few things she needed to do when she set up for a murder, and she did them.
And the story was coming together.
The story of what happened to Brittanie.
The story, if these two assholes didn’t cop a plea, the prosecutor would tell a jury that would convict them for what they did to take away the friend who was the first Keyleigh wanted to share her good news with, the daughter a dad could have pulled his shit together (maybe) and shown some love, the only big sister a child had ever known.
“What about Molnar’s prints?” Rus asked.
“No go,” McGill said. “Maybe Ezra helped her through the window. Maybe she was smart enough to put gloves on early. Maybe he got access, neutralized the victim, and let her in the front door.”
A lot of maybes.
But at this point, they didn’t matter.
“For you,” Rus started. “One of Moran’s deputies went on the hunt, and at a New Age shop in Seattle, she located an owner who recalls selling the crystal placed on Brittanie to Carrie Molnar. The ID is solid because she said Molnar struck her attention. She wasn’t the type to shop there, even just to have a look around. And she didn’t seem to give a shit what she bought. She went to the crystals, picked one, and then took it to the cash register. She paid for it in cash but bitched about how much it cost.”
“I bet when we can get into her laptop, she’ll have serial killer searches and receipts for online purchases of plastic tarp.”
They hadn’t found Molnar, but they’d gotten a warrant and searched her house.
They didn’t turn up a bloody hammer (same with their search of Ezra and Sherri’s house), but they got her prints and her computer.
“So the clerk who checked her in the day before at the motel in ID’d her. She bought the crystal. We can place Ezra at the motel. If they can enhance that video, we have both of them there that night, or at least they’d need to explain why they were driving through the lot of a business that wasn’t open but was in the vicinity. It’s enough to indict. Now we just have to find these two fuckers.”