Kurt Hunter Mysteries - Volume Two by Steven Becker

Author:Steven Becker [Becker, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The White Marlin Press
Published: 2020-04-14T22:00:00+00:00

17

After dropping off Justine, I headed north on 95 to take Allie home. My worry about Jane seeing Burkett last night turned out to be nothing—because she wasn’t there. Now I had a new fear, that Allie would be home alone. I should have known at close to sixteen that she would be by herself sometimes; Jane was thankfully employed which cut down on my payments. The last time we had been a family I would never have left her, but that had been close to two years ago—an eternity in any teenager’s life.

I tried to control my emotions while I watched her use her own key to let herself into the house—something else I didn’t know. There was no doubt in my mind that it was the right decision to allow her to essentially live here full-time. The stability was good for her. But it hurt that I was missing parts of her growing up. She waved goodbye and the door closed.

I had no other plans and wanted to sit there and keep watch, but I knew she would be upset by my hovering. Slowly I pulled away from the curb and seconds later my phone dinged with a smiley face emoji. I smiled. The right thing isn’t always the easiest, but it often pays dividends.

Thinking about doing the right thing, I knew I needed to do something about Burkett. Finding the blasting cap in his pocket implicated him in a way that needed to go through the procedural channel. As much as I felt sorry for the guy, I had to call Grace.

She answered and agreed to meet at her favorite coffee shop. These meetings were sometimes awkward, but it was better than having the eyes of Miami-Dade watching me if I came into the station. Besides, she couldn’t get her unpronounceable coffee drink from the drip machine there.

I got there first, ordered a black coffee, and sat at a corner table. While I waited I pulled out my phone and caught up on my email. I was surprised to find a message from Sid. The nighttime, almost retired, ex-Jersey coroner usually called or texted, but after seeing his message had been sent at four a.m., I silently thanked him for the courtesy. He was probably just getting to work now and I called him back.

“My favorite Ranger. I guess you haven’t been fishing lately.”

I knew he was referring to my penchant for hooking floaters instead of fish. “Nope, just the usual.”

“I was speaking to Detective Herrera yesterday about another matter, and she noticed that I had the bodies from the bridge collapse ahead of me. She said that you had an interest in the incident.”

I wondered where this was going, but knew there was no rushing him. “I started on the bodies and found something on one that was a little odd,” he said.

Alarm bells were going off in my head and I kicked myself for not reaching out to him first. Autopsies were standard procedure for any unnatural deaths.

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