Inhuman: Detective Chase hunts an animal who protects his own by Nathan Senthil

Author:Nathan Senthil [Senthil, Nathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: THE BOOK FOLKS bestselling crime fiction and thriller publisher
Published: 2020-05-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

April 10, 2019. 12:02 A.M.

Gabriel dropped the empty cartons of the Indian he’d ordered for dinner into the trash can. Chicken Tikka might turn out to be a bad idea, but he ought to indulge while he still had a little freedom left. He thanked Madeline for reminding him of that during their last conversation.

Stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, he slid back onto the chair and woke his computer. Before the food delivery girl called him from his doorstep, Gabriel had spent hours chiseling away at Simmons’s list and the border crossing video logs. He spared no effort, but with no result.

Bored out of his wits, he called Ethan.

“I talked to the replacement who handled Mila’s case,” Ethan said. “Looks like he’s vacationing in Hawaii, and his—”

“Shit. Here I was hoping we’re going to get something. You should have let me know,” Gabriel muttered.

“Listen to me fully. His junior is helping me out now.”

“Oh, that’s good. Can he work a little faster? I’ve been waiting for that information all evening.”

“I called him at five. Meaning, it was eleven o’clock in Munich when I woke him up. Now he is giving up his sleep and comfort to get us the immigration records from German bureaucracy. All of which he didn’t have to do, I’d like to point out. Why are you in a hurry?”

Gabriel felt a pang of guilt. “I just need to arrest the killer fast and lock him up before he hurts someone else.” Before I go to jail.

“So it’s purely public service?”

“Yes. It’s for the people.” When he said it out loud, it did feel a little like bullshit.

“Yeah, sure. So anyway, how are things going at the border?”

Gabriel pledged he would never divulge anything to that blabbermouth Madeline ever again.

“The crossings either have four or six booths, and each booth has two cameras. When I get bored watching the endless stream of vehicles, I switch over to Simmons’s list. It’s overwhelming to keep track of my progression, and I still have days of work ahead of me.”

“It sounds like a bitch, yet you’re squealing like a kid on a bounce house.”

“What about you? It’s past midnight, but you’re sober. Seems like we both love our jobs. Too bad they aren’t ours anymore.”

Ethan laughed. “Keep checking your inbox, Chase.”

* * *

Gabriel was watching the banal traffic move at the pace of an old snail on Ogdensburg–Prescott International Bridge. It was the most likely of crossings their killer would have used if he’d driven from NYC to Ottawa via Albany. It had been two hours since Ethan hung up, and Gabriel went back to the grind, but the inbox stayed untroubled.

Just as Gabriel’s fidgety impatience had overpowered his shame and convinced him to call Ethan again, his laptop chimed. He disconnected the call and downloaded a huge attachment. Not wasting a microsecond, he opened the folder when it was ready.

It was the data on every white American who’d traveled to Germany the week Mila was murdered.

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