Breathe Your Last: An addictive and nail-biting crime thriller (Detective Josie Quinn Book 10) by Lisa Regan

Author:Lisa Regan [Regan, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781800191358
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2020-12-08T18:30:00+00:00

Twenty-Eight

Josie and Mettner made it back to the station by lunchtime. She was relieved to see that Noah was there with Gretchen, and they’d brought lunch as well. They convened at their desks and ate until Chitwood emerged from his office for a briefing. Noah and Gretchen had nothing to report yet. They’d done several interviews with Clay Walsh’s friends, coworkers, and acquaintances but hadn’t yet turned up any red flags or connections to Nysa Somers. Josie and Noah told the team about the conversation they’d had with Shannon the night before, including her suggestion that scopolamine, or something similar to it, in large doses, could cause docility and suggestibility. Chitwood promised to ask his DEA contact about the drug. Josie and Mettner then outlined their conversation with Brett Pace.

“What a sorry excuse for a human being,” Gretchen said.

“No shit,” Mettner replied.

“Quinn,” said Chitwood. “You believe Pace is good for this?”

“I really don’t know, sir,” she said. “He’s a proven liar. He’s got no alibi. He’s admitted to being with Nysa on Sunday night, and his nickname for her was ‘mermaid.’”

“We can’t rule him out,” Chitwood said. “He gives me a bad feeling, especially since he’s trying to get the hell out of here only a couple of days after this woman died. I want you all to be looking for connections between Pace and Clay Walsh, you got that? Maybe one of you can go back down to the East Bridge and show Pace’s photo around. See if he ever bought drugs down there.”

“Chief,” Josie said.

He held up a hand. “I know, I know, Quinn. I’ve put in three calls to my DEA friend already. As soon as I hear from him, you’ll know.”

Josie opened her mouth to thank him, but the door to the staircase slammed open. All heads swiveled in the direction of the doorway where a breathless Sawyer Hayes stood, chest heaving, one hand holding out a cardboard cupholder with four cups of Komorrah’s coffee in it. He thrust it toward them and said, “Did you send your desk sergeant into the bell tower for some reason?”

“What?” Chitwood and Josie said at the same time.

Sawyer took a few steps into the room and handed the coffees to the closest person, which happened to be Mettner. “He’s up in the bell tower. What’s his name? Lamay?”

“Dan,” Josie said, springing from her seat. She looked at her colleagues. “Anyone know why Dan is in the bell tower?”

Mettner said, “I didn’t even know you could get to the bell tower.”

Sawyer said, “I was coming out of Komorrah’s—I got you all coffee since it’s been a rough week and I was in the area—when I saw him up there, leaning out the window. Scared me because I thought he would fall. He keeps leaning further and further out. I have no idea what he’s doing.”

Josie pushed past him with her colleagues in tow. “Then let’s not leave him up there. Come on.”

She raced into the stairwell and took the steps two at a time to the third floor.

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