A Merciful Silence (Mercy Kilpatrick Book 4) by Kendra Elliot

Author:Kendra Elliot [Elliot, Kendra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781503901315
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2018-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

Mercy parked behind Detective Bolton’s vehicle, a strong sense of déjà vu affecting her.

I was just near this area.

The Hartlage home with the missing family was two miles away. Bolton had been there with her.

Memories of the sad, empty home and the small skull filled her thoughts. Alison and Amy. Mercy was no closer to finding their killer.

She got out of her car, pulled up her hood against the rain, and joined Bolton. The mobile home in front of them was dark.

“We were both just out here,” she said to Bolton.

“I had the same thought,” he said. “But I don’t know what this could have to do with that case.”

“Coincidence?” Mercy suggested, as her brain refused to accept the answer.

“Usually I don’t believe in coincidences.” He turned to the house. “Looks like no one is home. Let’s check.”

She followed him toward the house and then hung back, watching the home and windows as he knocked.

Silence.

He knocked again. “Joshua Forbes?” he said in a loud voice. “I’m Detective Bolton with Deschutes County. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

Mercy felt a clock ticking down on their window of time to find Truman. Tick tick tick.

She moved to the side of the home, shining a flashlight toward the back of the house. “No fence.”

“Let’s take a quick look around.”

The two of them cautiously circled the house. Nothing was behind the home except for a wet garbage pile. “There’s no car,” Mercy stated. “I can’t tell if he’s been home today or not.” Frustration filled her at the minor roadblock. It was too early in the case for this.

“I think most guys who get out of jail immediately hit the bars or a steak house.”

“True. But I don’t want to search every bar for him. Either we look for some relatives or—shit.”

“What?”

“Joshua’s last name is Forbes. I interviewed a Kenneth Forbes about the Hartlages because he was the closest neighbor. He’s in a wheelchair and mentioned his son lived nearby and helped him out. That son has to be Joshua Forbes. I didn’t make the connection until now.” She dug in the pockets of her coat for her little notebook. “Kenneth Forbes gave me his son’s cell number so I could ask him if he knew the Hartlage family. I called and left a message, but he never called me back.” She quickly dialed the number and got voice mail. Dammit. “Truman didn’t mention the name of the guy with the fake license to me . . . not that I would have remembered. It was a few days ago.”

“Sounds like we need to visit the father for our next stop.”

“He’s not a pleasant person.” Mercy remembered the older man in the wheelchair. “Very bitter. I didn’t find out until later that he’s an SC, so don’t expect any help from him. Especially considering that his son was recently arrested.”

“Great,” replied Bolton dourly. “I’ll follow you.”

Mercy drove to Kenneth Forbes’s home and was pleased to see lights on. No other car was present except for the old abandoned sedan she’d noticed on her first visit.

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