Dead in Her Tracks by Kendra Elliot

Author:Kendra Elliot [Elliot, Kendra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781511318525
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Goodreads: 25707051
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Stevie stepped inside Bob’s small house and wrinkled her nose. Ugh. “Smells like a single guy lives here.”

Zane winced. “My place smells like this?”

“Hell no. You’re clean. I should have said it smells like a sloppy single guy lives here. And that there’s a reason he’s still single.”

Bob’s small ranch home sat far out of town, way back from the main highway. Snow covered the long winding dirt road to the house, and Zane had cursed three times as his wheels hit deep ruts. He’d taken the house key from Bob’s personal effects at the station, and they’d both bootied and gloved up before entering the home, their evidence kits in hand.

Stevie began by photographing every room. The house felt claustrophobic. The ceilings were too low for Stevie’s taste and the windows too small. She could hear the Rogue River as it rushed by about a hundred feet from the back of the house. Tall fir trees blocked any view of the water or of his neighbors.

“Definitely a private home,” observed Zane. “No one would have noticed his comings and goings. Or heard anything either. There’s got to be at least a half mile between him and his closest neighbor.”

Private enough to bring home unwilling young women?

“I don’t see any outbuildings,” said Stevie, looking out a back window. “Let’s start in his bedroom.”

After photographing every inch of the room, she and Zane pulled it apart. Mattress, box spring, under the bed, behind wall hangings, every inch of his closet and dresser. She made no comment about the huge stack of porn magazines and DVDs in a cardboard box next to his bed. They moved into the bathroom, which rivaled those at the Wayward Motel. He had a mold problem on the bathroom ceiling.

“Don’t men see that sort of thing?” Stevie asked, pointing upward.

“I’m sure he saw it,” said Zane. “I think he just didn’t care enough to do something about it.”

Men.

“You would have cleaned it, right?” she asked.

“Absolutely.” He busied himself in a bathroom cupboard.

Stevie suspected her brothers would have too. Well, maybe not Bruce. Unless he worried about a woman seeing it. She took a long look at the grimy tub that hadn’t seen a scrubber or Clorox in a long time. If she had wanted to kill someone, the tub would have been a natural place to contain the mess. But clearly Bob hadn’t cleaned it to erase evidence.

“Well, hello there.” Zane turned around, an orange prescription bottle in his hand. “If I hadn’t talked with Hank this morning, this bottle wouldn’t mean a thing to me.” He held it out for Stevie to see. Suboxone.

“Was he taking it regularly?” Stevie asked. She took the lid off the bottle. Half the number of prescribed pills were gone. “I wonder if he was trying to get clean from the oxy. Look at the label. He went out of town to fill it. He didn’t want anyone around here knowing he was taking the medication.”

“Are you saying our pharmacy might harbor gossips? Impossible,” stated Zane with a straight face.

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