A Medium's Tweet: A Cozy Ghost Mystery (Becky Tibbs: A North Carolina Medium's Mystery Series Book 11) by Chariss K. Walker

Author:Chariss K. Walker [Walker, Chariss K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2022-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Becky called Patrick to tell him the name Joy had finally given up. Patrick had already sent officers to the addresses for three of the names on the contractor's list. Now, with the correct name, he called Dusty Yeager as backup and they went to Dwight's address.

Dwight lived at a halfway house for parolees and he wasn't home. According to the group home manager, Dwight had been staying at a friend's house quite a lot lately. The friend's name was John Chase and he was also on Patrick's list.

When Patrick and Dusty arrived at the address for Chase, three cars were haphazardly parked on the lawn. The license plates matched three of the names the officers were looking for: John Chase, Dwight Flowers, and a third man, Cleo Fields.

Loud music could be heard from inside and its base vibration shook the outside walls of the mobile home. Patrick and Dusty neared the front stoop and then hesitated.

"Dusty, we agree that this looks like the place," Patrick cautioned. "We know three men were involved in the murders and it looks like the gang is all here. However, we don't know what kind of weapons they have. You better call for additional backup. Let the Chief know to call the other men back too. There's no point in having them spread across the city when we might need them here."

"Glad to hear you say that," Dusty admitted. And even though Dusty's radio squawked when he made the call, the music was so loud that the men inside never heard it.

Dwight had immediately purchased a bag of coke and three bottles of whiskey so he and his buddies could properly revel in their successful robbery. The once broad-shouldered young man who had bedazzled Joy by looking like a high school football player was now a barrel-chested brute of a man. To him, that was all it was – a robbery. Murdering a family didn't seem to faze Dwight.

However, the three men weren't quite having the party Dwight had hoped for. Inside the double-wide, Cleo Fields was injured. The father had shot him in the shoulder and no matter how much of the whiskey he drank, it didn't dull the pain. No one had bothered to bandage Cleo's wound either and it continued to bleed. His constant complaints had gotten on a brooding John Chase's last nerve.

John Chase had worked hard for the last fifteen years to become a respected subcontractor with his own business and crew. Even this double-wide home had been bought and paid for by the sweat of an honest living. Now, John was wrecked to find himself in this morbid and flawed situation. He cringed as he watched all that he had worked so hard to build slowly burn away.

Dwight had told John it was a simple robbery to reclaim some merchandise he'd stashed before he went to prison. He had begged John to help him, promising that with the recovered property, he could also get a fresh start and build something like John had done.

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