Justice Returns by Rayven T. Hill

Author:Rayven T. Hill [Hill, Rayven T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 24516385
Publisher: Ray of Joy Publishing
Published: 2015-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

Wednesday, 6:34 PM

DETECTIVE HANK CORNING had very little usable evidence pertaining to the murder of Jackson Badger, and none that could lead them to the whereabouts of Jeremy Spencer. The footage obtained by Lisa Krunk could be his best bet yet.

Diego practically demanded he get it, but he wasn’t sure how to proceed on this delicate manner. Lisa could be obstinate when she wanted to be.

He went to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed Lisa’s number.

“Lisa Krunk?”

“Lisa, it’s Detective Corning.”

A chuckle on the line, then, “Hank, what took you so long? I’ve been expecting to hear from you for the last half hour.”

Hank avoided her comment and got right to it. “Lisa, you know how I feel about withholding information.”

“It’s privileged information, Hank. You can’t legally compel me to give it up.”

“I want to talk to you. Where can we meet?”

A pause, then, “I’m at the studio. I’ll be here for the next hour or so.”

Hank turned to see Detective King approach his desk and sit in the guest chair. King leaned forward and dropped his arms on the desk, watching Hank, and listening to the conversation.

“I’ll meet you there in ten minutes,” Hank said into the phone.

“Very well,” Lisa said. “I’ll wait.”

Hank hung up and looked at King as the unkempt detective spoke. “Where we going, Hank?”

Hank sat back. “To visit Lisa Krunk.”

King rose from his chair. “Let’s go.”

Together they strode from the precinct, went to Hank’s Chevy in the back parking lot, and got into the vehicle.

“Did you talk to Jake about being an auxiliary constable?” King asked, obviously trying to sound casual.

“They’re not interested,” Hank said, looking at his partner. King had a smug look on his face as he turned his head and looked out the side window. King said nothing, so Hank dropped it, started the vehicle, and pulled from the lot.

“We’ve finished canvassing the neighborhood where Badger was killed,” King said, and shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Not so much as a lead?”

“Nope. Nothing that means anything. Even the next door neighbors didn’t hear a thing. No shots. Nothing unusual.”

Hank peered through the windshield and frowned at a cloud of smoke taking over much of the skyline. Something was on fire a few blocks away. With one or two of the fire trucks still at the Spencer residence, he prayed there would be enough equipment to handle a city fire. He hoped there were no injuries.

The detectives discussed what little was known of the case during their ride to the Channel 7 studios, where Hank pulled into the lot and parked in a guest spot.

They entered the building, Hank showed his badge, and they were taken to the production control room, the technical hub of the broadcast operation. It was a high-tech television marvel. Hank took in the video wall, littered with monitors for programs and previews, graphics, and other video sources. Lisa Krunk stood from her seat at the control desk, grabbed a small handbag, flashed a surly smile, and led them to a break room down the hall.

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