Guilty Photographs by S I Taylor

Author:S I Taylor [Taylor, S I]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.I. Taylor Publishing
Published: 2020-04-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Lori’s call had startled Nixon. He increased his speed a little because although he wanted to get there safely, driving at a slow pace would not get him there fast enough. Did Santino do something other than what was expected? Fuck. His mind was a jumbled mess. Everything so far was not going according to his plans.

The cars next to him were a blur, along with everything within his sight, and the usual hour-long drive took forty minutes at the very most.

He parked his car in its usual spot. He fought through the crowd of people, who seemed to be taking life too slowly for his liking. He was on a mission and wanted to make sure that everything went according to his plan. It was bad enough that he still had no news from Barbara and now Lori. It was too much for him at this point to handle. He pushed open the massive crystal-clear door to his building and raced up the stairs to the eighth floor.

He didn’t have time to catch his breath as he saw the forest-green uniform of a male sheriff who stood outside of his apartment door. Nixon jolted into a quick stop.

“What happened?” Nixon asked.

“Oh, Nixon, it was awful.” Lori rushed to his side and he held her tight.

She was calmer now and had stopped sobbing. But her voice remained frantic.

“Are you all right? Where’s Reagan?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I haven’t picked her up from daycare yet,” she said. “Remember, today is my short workday. I wanted to come home first before I picked her up.”

“Right. But what happened?” he asked again, scanning the room and the mess in his home.

Slow tears started to form and trickled down her cheeks as she recounted what happened. “When I got home, everything was chaotic. The table was on the floor, the kitchen cabinets were thrown about the room, chairs were tossed, the bedrooms were searched and clothes were scattered everywhere.”

“We’ve been robbed?” Nixon said, alarmed, before she could answer.

He got distracted by a large woman who wore black pants and a black shirt with the sheriff’s logo and held a camera.

Snap.

Snap.

She took pictures of the scene and yet another short male who wore the same attire was putting black dust on the hard surface of the kitchen counter, coffee table, and on several chairs.

Swish.

Swish.

As the man dusted for fingerprints, he was concentrating on his task and didn’t realize that anyone else was there.

“Hey, is that necessary? My house is already a mess with all this dust now,” Nixon said.

“Sorry, sir, but I’m doing my job. We will be done shortly,” the investigator said.

“I thought fingerprints were taken when there was a murder scene?” Nixon asked concerned.

“Nope, we take them in house break-ins as well, depending on the neighborhood.”

“Great! Well, the fingerprints you’ll find here will probably be from the people who live here.”

“Yes, sir, we understand that. This is why we will need your prints as well for comparison.”

“Well, my four-year-old niece lives here too.

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