Drained (An Agent Hank Rawlings FBI Thriller Book 1) by E.H. Reinhard

Author:E.H. Reinhard
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-10-26T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

We didn’t get back to the hotel until after ten o’clock. Both crime scenes were in low-traffic areas of town, and aside from staring at Dumpsters and hearing Ricodati rehash how the two investigations had played out, we found nothing new. Andrews gave us Rebecca Wright’s employer, the public works office for the city. We wouldn’t be able to get into the building or meet with anyone until the next morning—our Thursday was quickly filling up with interviews and places we had to stop at. We put together a schedule, and Beth headed off to her room. I figured she was calling it a night.

I sat in the office chair at the small desk in my room and dialed Karen, having just finished making myself an eighteen-dollar gin and tonic.

“Hey, hon,” she said.

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t call sooner. We actually just got back to the hotel a little bit ago.”

“That’s a long day,” she said.

“A long day of not really getting anywhere. Ah, I shouldn’t say that. I guess we know a little more than when we got here and have a couple of guys working on a few things. It just seems like a hell of a lot of running around for not much. Interview after interview, meeting after meeting.”

“Sorry,” she said. “Maybe that’s the job.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that whoever is doing this hasn’t been caught by the local police or the FBI for years, right?”

“Right,” I said.

“Well, if you’re getting anywhere, I’d say that’s a good thing.”

Leave it to Karen to nail the voice-of-reason role.

“I guess you’re right,” I said.

“I take it you’re done for the night?”

“Um, I might poke around at these bank records we have on the victims. I just want to see if I can find one thing specifically. After that, I’m shutting it down until tomorrow. I have another meeting with a family member at ten in the morning. Are you getting ready for bed?” I asked.

“I’m in bed. Watching television. Chop is lying next to me, slobbering up your pillow.”

I smiled. “Great.”

“Call me in the morning,” she said.

“Okay. Love you.”

“I love you too. Have a good night.”

“You too. Bye.” I hung up and tossed my phone onto the desk. Then I opened the file box of the victim’s records and started thumbing through the folder containing the banking information from Kennedy Taylor.

A shave-and-a-haircut knock came at my room door. I walked over and opened it up.

“Two bits,” I said.

Beth stood in the hall, looking back at me, confused. She wore a T-shirt and what looked like pajama pants. Her hair was no longer pulled up but resting on her shoulders. She wore a pair of dark-rimmed glasses.

“Shave and a haircut,” I said.

Her face said she still didn’t get it.

“Forget it.” I motioned to her glasses. “Nice goggles,” I said.

She smirked. “Oh, yeah, I took my contacts out. What’s up with those banking records? Are you planning on going through them or are you done for the night?” she asked.

“I actually just started looking through them,” I said.

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