Blood and Justice: A Private Investigator Series of Crime Thrillers (A Jake & Annie Lincoln Thriller) (Volume 1) by Rayven T. Hill

Author:Rayven T. Hill [Hill, Rayven T.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780993862502
Amazon: 0993862500
Publisher: Ray of Joy Publishing
Published: 2014-07-16T04:00:00+00:00

Saturday, August 13th, 12:01 AM

JAKE tapped on the office door of the night shift manager of King City Foods. He looked at his watch. The midnight shift had just begun.

The door was opened by a thin-faced man, maybe in his late fifties. He was greying, with small eyes, and a broad nose. He squinted at Jake through round, wire-framed glasses.

“Good evening. Uh . . . my name is Jake Lincoln, and I’m investigating the death of Chad Bronson. I wonder if I may talk to his co-workers for a moment?”

The man glared at him and said gruffly, “Can’t shut down the line.”

“That’s ok, I just need to ask a few questions, sir.”

The man hesitated, and then said, “Guess it’d be ok.”

Jake stepped back as the man moved from the office and closed the door behind him.

“This way,” the manager said, moving down a short corridor toward a closed metal door.

He swung the door open, and they were greeted with the clatter of machinery, stamping, whirring, and humming. Jake followed him onto the factory floor.

The manager pointed toward the rear of the room. Jake could see a long conveyor belt, running along the wall, circling around, moving containers of food past various stations as they stamped, sorted, and labeled their way to the packers at the end of the line.

“Right there,” the manager raised his voice to be heard over the factory sounds. “Doing the packing. That’s where Bronson used to be. Him and Mikey over there did the packing and stacking.”

Jake looked. He could see two guys picking boxes of something off the end of the conveyor belt, and packing them neatly in cartons.

“Thanks,” Jake said. “I won’t be long.”

He strode across the factory floor, dodging workers, as he made his way to where the packers were. They had hairnets over their hair, to keep it from making contact with food, and wore food handler gloves.

They didn’t look up as he approached.

“Mikey?” Jake asked.

One of the guys glanced up briefly. “Yeah, I’m Mikey.”

“I’m Jake Lincoln, and I’m investigating the death of Chad Bronson. May I ask you a few questions?”

Mikey looked stunned. He stopped working and stared at Jake. “Wha . . .? Chad’s dead?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Mikey frowned. “No wonder he ain’t been around.” He picked up a container with each hand and dropped them into the carton. “What happened?”

“He was murdered. About ten days ago.”

Mikey whistled. “Holy smokes! I reckon you ain’t caught the killer yet, or you wouldn’t be here.”

“Not yet,” Jake said, and then asked, “Can you tell me, how long did you know Bronson?”

Mikey stood and scratched his head. “Gee,” he said, “Only a few weeks I guess. He weren’t here that long.”

“Did you know him well?”

“Not too well. We talked some. Not on the line too much. It’s hard to talk in here, but at lunch and break. Yeah, we talked a bit then.”

“Did he ever mention anyone who may not have liked him? Anyone who may’ve wanted to do him harm?”

“Nope. Chad was an easy-going guy.

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