13 Degrees of Separation by Hechtl Chris

Author:Hechtl, Chris [Hechtl, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

A good fifteen minutes later he heard a ground vehicle show up. He turned, aware that they hadn't gone all lights and siren. Either they were smart and didn't want to make a scene, or weren't taking the situation very seriously.

Magnum showed them the body. The patrol officer gagged, turning away and rushed to his squad car to call in back up. After that things got interesting as dozens of cars pulled up, some marked, some unmarked.

A few were vans, one had a Forensic symbol on the side. “Why not just put an ad out in the paper,” Nohar sighed, looking around. He ignored the keystone cops, he was more intent on the witnesses. If the killer was among them, then he would hopefully get a face in his recording.

Nothing malevolent jumped out at him though, no one jumped up and down and screamed 'here I am!' he snorted at the very thought. Nor did anyone have a black cape and top hat on. No, but they could still be there, using their anonymity to watch. Many serial killers did it, they loved to gloat. And again, no sign of that expression either. No, that would make it too easy.

He turned as Magnum continued to patently explain to one cop after another what had transpired. A pair of cops had pulled other people aside, each isolated so they wouldn't be able to share details or compare stories. It was a typical tactic, divide and conquer, allowing investigators to see who was telling the truth. Nohar knew it was his turn as soon as they were finished questioning any potential witnesses, the owners of the buildings, and other people. From the look on the restaurant owner's face, he wasn't at all happy about the police presence and the sudden notoriety and negative publicity this would bring down on him. “It's bad for business, is what it is,” Milo, a white Neo mutt kept saying over and over.

When they were finished with the locals it was Nohar's turn. Two fat detectives, one with a spot of powdered sugar on his green jacket, both smelling of sweat came over and tried to stare them down.

Nohar pointed out to the cop Bob Draskin, junior detective O'shee and Magnum that the kill happened here, though he wasn't sure of a time line. The cop listened, taking notes. Nohar realized he thought it was a confession. He handed over his PI ID to Draskin's partner. O'shee took it hesitantly and then showed it to his partner. Draskin grunted in irritation, looking over his shoulder to Magnum who just shrugged with his hands out and grinned.

“From what I can gather, the two were here for some reason. The paper said hookers. Hookers don't like to work an area alone, its' like having a fat target on their back. Usually they tell a partner where they are going and for how long. They may even have hiding spots in this area or a room rented to them to get the John's jollies off and then off and on their way.

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