Before Her Last Breath by David K. Wilson

Author:David K. Wilson [Wilson, David K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

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4:00 p.m.

Sam’s truck sat under a large sweetgum tree down the street from the Moore home. Nancy appeared to stay true to her word and hadn’t followed them.

“This is a really bad idea,” Josh said as he hung up the phone.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught,” Sam replied.

As they had raced back to the Moore’s house, Josh had called to confirm the entire Moore family was still at the hospital.

“You can’t just break into their house,” Josh argued.

“It’s not like I’m robbing them,” Sam said.

“Why don’t you call Ramirez? Get a warrant or something?”

“Because, Nit-brains, no judge would grant a warrant without just cause.”

“Exactly why you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Since when did you become my lawyer?” Sam asked.

Josh didn’t answer. He could tell that Sam wasn’t going to change his mind.

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Sam reminded Josh.

“Someone’s gotta watch your back,” Josh replied. “Hurry. If you’re gonna do this, do it.”

“I love it when you worry about me,” Sam said with a wink. “Text me if you see anything.”

Sam walked up the street as inconspicuously as possible, keeping his head low to hide his face from nosy neighbors. When he reached the house, he made a beeline up the driveway toward the side door to the garage. Police tape had been stretched across the door, but, since there had been a witness – and Cutter was a former police officer – any investigation had wrapped up quickly.

Sam removed his trusty lock pick from his back pocket and quickly jimmied the door open. Not wanting to turn on the light or use a flashlight as it may draw attention, he stood in the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Hopefully, the sunlight coming in from the garage door windows would give him enough visibility. At first, all he could make out was the darkest contrasts, which included the blood that covered the floor and desk. Once he could see better, he walked to the bench, being careful not to step in anything. He scanned the bench top and the shelves, looking for anything that could be useful - a hard feat, considering he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.

He opened drawers and rifled through the tall toolbox that sat to the side of the workbench. Still coming up empty, he turned his attention downward. That’s when he saw the smaller toolbox on the shelf. Blood had pooled directly in front of the toolbox, making it difficult to reach, so Sam grabbed a shovel and clumsily pawed at the toolbox’s latches, pushing the toolbox to the side. Finally, he was able to open it but, once again, found nothing but tools. Then he noticed the scratch marks under the shelf where the toolbox had been sitting. At first, he assumed he had made them while moving the toolbox around. But there were too many of them and most of them seemed to have been there for a while.

Sam crouched to see what was behind the toolbox and was disappointed to find nothing but insulation.

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