Dead Hand: A Cold Poker Gang Mystery by Smith Dean Wesley

Author:Smith, Dean Wesley [Smith, Dean Wesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: WMG Publishing
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

October 19th, 2016

Las Vegas, Nevada

SARGE LISTENED TWENTY minutes later as they sat in Pickett’s car and she filled Robin in on what they had discovered. And their theory on why the rapes had happened.

Sarge didn’t much like the theory, but at the moment it fit both a reason why and also what Max had said about the type of people doing these crimes being focused on sex.

“We’ll see if we can find a money trail leading into that tux shop business,” Robin said.

Sarge doubted that would be possible with the porn industry, but it was worth the shot. At this point, any lead was worth a shot.

So when Pickett hung up and turned to him, he just shook his head. “So we add in more suppositions.”

Pickett nodded. “And no real suspects on any of this.”

“Besides the family behind the tux shop,” Sarge said.

“Besides them,” Pickett said, nodding. “More than we had I suppose.”

They both sat quietly for a moment, then Sarge asked the question that had been bothering him from before going in to see Stein.

“We are working on where the people are going, but where are the cars going to?”

Pickett looked at him with those wonderful brown eyes. “You think something more is happening besides taking out the tracking and moving them?”

“Seems that there were police reports on many of those cars fairly quickly after the kidnappings,” Sarge said, trying to make sense of what was bothering him. “It would be risky to move the cars if the person was disappearing for good.”

“But that would mean about fifteen hundred or more cars over the years,” Pickett said. “Where would you put them? There are no warehouses or shops at all in that blank tracking area.”

“There is nowhere to put them,” Sarge said, still not getting what his mind was trying to get to. “So they had to be moved. Maybe by truck, maybe after being painted and such.”

“Or chopped up and sold for parts,” Pickett said.

Sarge nodded, but he didn’t feel that was right either. A shop or warehouse of that size could be seen in that area and there just wasn’t one.

Again they sat there in silence. It was a comfortable silence, something Sarge really enjoyed, actually. He just hadn’t felt this comfortable with another person in a very long time.

“Any ideas on where to go next?” Pickett asked.

“Not a one,” Sarge said.

“So how about I drop you back at your car,” Pickett said. “I’d like to get some running in and clear my head some. I like running every afternoon in the exercise room in my building.”

Sarge laughed. “Actually, I was thinking I could use a nap to try to clear my head a little as well, so sounds good.”

“Don’t you love this retirement stuff?” Pickett asked, smiling, as she got the car moving and headed back onto Las Vegas Boulevard. “Naps and exercise when we want.”

“Beats the hell out of the paperwork,” Sarge said, laughing.

“Got that right,” Pickett said.

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