Killer Chronicles by Somer Canon

Author:Somer Canon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781947522152
Publisher: Bloodshot Books
Published: 2018-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

I was feeling like a bit of an ass the next morning. Terry hadn’t been able to get away from me fast enough after we’d gotten a couple of subs for dinner and I knew that it was because of my unnecessary outburst. I went and got bagels, doughnuts, coffee, and even a coffee cake and took it to the police station. When I sashayed in, Terry saw me loaded down with bags and steaming cups of coffee and smiled so big that I was certain that his face was going to crack.

Once he’d been filled to the brim with complex carbs and sugars and had had enough caffeine to wake the dead, I sat on the edge of his small press board desk and smiled down at him.

“Uh oh,” he said, chuckling softly. “Women only smile at me like that when they want something.”

“Hey, fair trade!” I said, throwing my hands up defensively and wearing my best and brightest smile. “I brought food as an apology and I intend to continue the apology tonight.”

“But…” Terry said, waving a hand for me to continue.

“No ‘but’,” I said contrarily. “I’m just also here in a professional capacity, that’s all. I wanted to make sure you were good and buttered up for tonight, not for this.”

“Okay. but…” Terry said again. I laughed and put my foot into his crotch, gently using the pointed toe of my dressy shoe to prod him where he lives. He jerked and pushed my foot away quickly, looking to see if we’d been caught, his face as red as an apple. I laughed carelessly and sat in the hard little chair across from his desk, folding my hands in my lap primly.

“I’d like to see that note that was found in room eight at the Green Hills Motel,” I said simply.

“The state police or the FBI took it, I think,” Terry said, scratching his chin and jumping up from his desk and going to a wall of files.

The office was a large room occupied by about ten desks and every wall was covered with open shelves of files and boxes. It was a mess and not a way that I would choose to organize so much information, but Terry seemed to have a handle on where everything was located.

He came back to his desk with a fat manila folder and put it down gently. He opened it and carefully turned the pages over until he found what he wanted, and he handed it over to me. I looked around at the other busy people munching happily on the food that I brought in and took the paper. It was the account of the maid from Green Hills and attached to the sheet with a paperclip was a fat envelope containing several different photographs including some of the letter that Katherine had told me about.

Katherine had described the note perfectly from what I could see. The handwriting was abysmal and looked like it had been written with the left hand instead of the right, or vice versa.

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