A Deadly Game (A Friday the 13th Story) by Jannine Gallant

Author:Jannine Gallant [Gallant, Jannine]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

School records from twenty years earlier revealed the name of Elliot’s foster brother, along with a black and white picture. Which wasn’t a hell of a lot of help. Damien Grissom’s hair was light in color, and his nose was long and narrow with freckles scattered across the bridge.

Harley frowned as vague memories of the younger boy hanging around town surfaced. They hadn’t been in school together. Damien was five years younger and had attended the two-room grade school in Woodvale while Harley and Elliot were in high school in Crescent City. Still, something about the kid in the old photo looked familiar, so he must have made some sort of impression.

Maybe he could find a more recent photograph—like a mug shot—in the database.

An hour later, he pushed back his desk chair and let out a frustrated breath. Grissom had attended high school in Eureka after his foster parents moved there, but apparently he hadn’t shown up for picture day. And he hadn’t been involved in any sports or clubs. The kid had been a ghost during his teenage years, and that hadn’t changed after graduation. His social security number turned up one construction job in the Bay Area that had lasted a few months, and another working at a video store in Mendocino. By the time the guy turned twenty, he’d disappeared completely. No employment record or apartment application. No social media presence. Not one damn indication the man was still alive.

Unless he had created a new identity.

Harley drummed his fingers on his desk. There had to be some way to track him. Squaring up to the computer, he pulled up Elliot Locke’s old social media accounts, inactivated after his death. The man hadn’t posted often, mostly photos of Caroline the last couple of years. Looking at pictures of her with that monster made his stomach churn. She’d been deceived, just like the women he’d killed. No one had suspected the quiet school teacher of harboring psychotic and violent urges. All in the name of love.

Gritting his teeth, he scrolled backward through the years and paused on a photo of Elliot holding up a salmon. A man stood on the wharf behind him, slightly out of focus against a background of fishing boats moored in a marina. Enlarging the photo only made the quality worse, but the man’s profile was familiar. His hair was covered with a knit cap, and a heavy jacket disguised his build, but he was slightly taller than Elliot.

Harley was pretty damn sure he was Damien Grissom, but the location could be any town on the coast. Except . . . He enlarged the name on the stern of the nearest boat. The Daisy Lynn out of Eureka, California.

“Well, hot damn.” Of course, the photo was eight years old, but Elliot had been fishing with his foster brother in Eureka. Which meant Grissom might have moved back north after leaving Mendocino.

He saved both the old grade school picture and the fish photo to a file and emailed it to the sheriff’s office in Eureka with a request for information.

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